Till Our Lips Touch Novels & Stories

I boldly state; not waiting for her answer, I start moving my lips breath by breath closer to hers. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.

Goodness. “We shouldn't." The statement sounded weak even to me. Kael gave a very small smile, almost intangible, not because he found anything funny, but because he knew I didn’t mean it. And unfortunately… So did I. The silence stretched between us while the distance disappeared. Then everything happened at once. All the tension we’d spent days pretending didn’t exist finally stopped pretending. The arguments, the looks, the awareness, and the impossible attraction neither of us should have felt collapsed into a single reckless moment where he kissed my neck while sinking in between my thighs.

Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow. ~ A. Gupta VIOLET MY Lips settled against his like a puzzle piece finding its original place. For a moment, we stayed still. Our lips slightly parted as we breathed for each other. And then my fingers impatiently tightened in his hair and his arm around my waist pulled me flush against his body as our mouths fused together. Our lips met in a hungry, hot and open mouthed kiss with our tongues trying to taste each other like it was the only thing we needed for our heart to continue beating its maddening rhythm.

The taste of her soft, supple lips was like a sweet elixir, a tantalizing blend of warmth and passion that ignited a fire within me. As our lips parted, a trail of gossamer sensations lingered, electrifying the air around us. I pressed my forehead against hers, relishing the intimate closeness as our breaths intertwined in a symphony of shared desire. The mingling of our exhalations created a delicate, melodic rhythm, a sensual harmony that resonated deep within my soul.

She kept looking at me, waiting for my answer. As if I could speak. In response, I leaned in closer. Our noses brushed. My answer was clear. Our lips touched, and we both melted into each other.

The touch of their lips was a crescendo of longing and desire. Their kiss was slow, deep, and tender, yet filled with a burning intensity. It was a beautiful collision of emotions, a dance of two souls longing to be together. The soft brush of their lips turned into a passionate exchange, and their hearts synchronized with every beat. Nora's fingers gently traced the contours of Greg's face as they kissed, and his hand rested tenderly on her cheek. Their bodies moved closer, creating an electric sensation that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Time seemed to stand still, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the intensity of their feelings for each other.

She tilts her head slightly, her lips just grazing mine, and it’s like an electric shock that jolts through both of us. And then, finally, our lips meet—softly at first, just a tentative brush, exploring the unspoken connection between us. It’s slow, deliberate, each of us savoring the taste, the feel of the other, as if we’re afraid this moment could slip away if we rush it.

Our noses touched and without thinking too much about it, I pressed our lips together. This kiss was like a fairytale; his lips were so warm and gentle—nothing like the kisses before. We parted our lips, allowing our tongues to mingle briefly before leaning into each other, our bodies becoming entangled in an intense embrace. We breathed heavily as we deepened our kiss - I could feel our shared breath, the thump of our hearts in perfect unison.

I'd shoved it into my coat pocket days ago. My hands shook so hard I could barely grip the fabric. Seconds stretched like years. Finally, my fingers brushed something small and smooth. I yanked it out, vision flickering. 'Almost there. Just get it in your mouth...' But my hands wouldn't stop trembling. The pill slipped, bounced once—then crunched under a jeweled stiletto. Gianna. She twisted her heel slow, deliberate, grinding until nothing was left but white dust. Then she pressed down—on my hand. Pain shot up my arm. I heard a tiny crack, but no sound came out.

He embraced her warmly and said in a gentle tone, "Then let's take our time, my love. We can cherish every moment of this happiness by enjoying our time together." Vipin gave her a passionate kiss, tasting her lips and enjoying the sensation of her breasts against his. As they wrapped their arms around each other, they felt a sense of wholeness and a love they couldn't relinquish. Their lips met in pure satisfaction and wonder as their bodies spoke a language of deep desire. Just like a symphony, their love grew more robust with every touch. They hugged each other tightly, finding solace in each other's embrace.