Then She Kissed Me Novels & Stories

Hoonie said sincerely. Sheena looked at him and smiled. “I love you too, Hoonie.” She replied. Hoonie leaned closer to her and then pulled Sheena’s body to his body by grabbing her waist. He slowly moved closer to her face and then closed his eyes. His lips touched Sheena’s lips. Sheena’s eyes widened. ‘This is my second kiss! Or should I say, first? My kiss with my ex was not real, right?’ Sheena thought. Sheena then slowly closed her eyes and kissed Hoonie back. She wrapped her arms into Hoonie’s body and they were kissing passionately.

“Kiss me.” “What?” “The vibe is depressing, Tristan. Kiss me.” I chuckled and leaned down to meet her lips with mine.

I kissed her forehead. "

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Then she leaned up and kissed me. "I will be there."

She commented before she began kissing me. I had never been kissed like that. I could taste the cherry flavor of her lipstick as she deepened the kiss. She started moving in my laps and nothing had felt more right. She pulled my shorts down and lifted her skirt. Little miss innocent didn’t have on panties. I reached over for a condom but she stopped me.

Upon seeing me awake, she rushed to my side. "You're awake," she breathed, concern etched on her face. "Do you need anything? Water? Pain meds?" I shook my head, reaching out to grasp her wrist as she turned to leave. With a gentle tug, I pulled her onto the bed, her body landing softly beside mine. Before she could protest, I captured her lips with mine. The kiss was fierce, desperate—a culmination of suppressed desires and unspoken words. When we finally parted, her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide with surprise.

“Kiss me.” I did not have to be told twice. My lips met hers, and it was like the Fourth of July. Fucking fireworks and everything. Her lips tasted so sweet. My hand tangled in her hair as I begged for entrance. She granted it without hesitation, and I tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

There is you and only you. Her lips met mine and she kissed us with a depth and passion that we hadn’t experienced before. “I appreciate that,” she whispered as she broke away for breath. ‘Can I kiss you again?’

She didn’t pull away, instead, she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. When she finally released me, she stood up, her lips glistening with a mixture of my cum and her own saliva. She leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangled, the taste of me mingling with her sweetness as we shared the moment. Her hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer as she kissed me with a passion that left me breathless.