True Lovers First Kiss Novels & Stories

He pressed his lips gently to her hair, inhaling the scent of lavender that always clung to her. “No matter what happens tomorrow,” he whispered, his voice low and raw, “you are my last first love. Nothing can change that.” The words broke her. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and insistent. She turned in his arms, searching his face, desperate to believe that love could stand against the storm bearing down on them. His eyes, stormy grey, laced with exhaustion yet burning with fierce devotion, held her captive. Her lips pressed to his with a desperation that matched his own. The kiss was not gentle; it was fierce, unyielding, as if both feared it might be their last. She clung to him, her hands

Those same hues hold pure adoration for me. Warm palms came up to hold my damp cheeks captive. The pad of his thumb scaled my jaw until both reached the underside of my chin, guiding my face that remained glued on his chest to focus on his face. My neck craned, but Zach bent a little to accommodate our height difference. His soft lips captured mine in a gentle kiss - telling me goodbye. “You are my first love, Bobbie,” he mumbled, lips just millimeters away from mine. “I’ll never forget every moment we spent together and I’ll never forget that you once gave me a chance to love you.”

She recognized his words and for a moment she felt the urge to kiss him too. He leaned in and took her lips in to a slow, gentle kiss. It seemed like he was kissing his lover for the first time. It was so pure that it almost felt like he was feeling love towards her. When he asked for entrance, she let him. She didn't wanted to deny him for a moment. Her mind all fazed, she closed her arms around his nape, tasting him herself. She responded to the kiss, gently dancing with his tongue when he provoked her. His hands moved into her hair, locking his fists into her smooth, silky locks. He sucked on her tongue, taking in the sweetness of her mouth.

She knew how to do this love thing better than him. His eyes fell to her lips so as hers, and his thump slowly caressed her cheeks walking its way to her lips while his palm sat at her lower chin, more like he was going to choke her. He leaned softly and took her lips into his. Kissing her slowly and gently. As passionate as ever. His hand held onto her neck, rather softly yet mesmerizingly as he kissed her more. It was their first kiss as a couple and it felt more genuine, more love-inclined, more pussy tingling, and more dick throbbing.

He stared into her eyes for a minute or so. Before Christine could realise what was happening, Sam had covered her mouth with his.He kissed her passionately.There was happiness hidden within depths of his eyes. This kiss seemed like a urgent and overbearing kiss.It was the first time when two of them had kissed like this. She was just like a nestling held tightly by him in his embrace. She felt limp and wanted to escape but her all energy was sucked by him. He pried open her teeth and took a chance to twirl their tongues together when she tried to protest. When she returned to her senses, she evaded his warm lips while blushing. He, however captured her lips again. Christine widened her eye

He literally stole my first kiss, you guys. Her hands shook as tears spilled over. Becky’s reply came almost instantly: Oh my God, Annie. I’m so sorry. That’s not okay. Sussy added: What the heck? That’s messed up. Don’t blame yourself. He had no right. Annie buried her face into her pillow, crying harder. She hated that her first kiss had been stolen in a moment she never wanted. But somewhere in her pain, one small relief lingered—at least she had the name of the place they needed: Harmony Estate.

He gently turned her around until she was facing him, his brown eyes searching hers with a mixture of love and longing. “I love you,” he whispered, the confession catching her off guard. Before she could find her voice, his lips captured hers. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with unspoken promises and quiet devotion, as if he were pouring every feeling he had into that single, breathless moment.

he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked over his shoulders at Ava. Ava's grip on him tightened, her words spilling out in a rush. "Luke, I have to be honest with you. Jackson was my first lover, true! but the love I had for him...it can't compare to what I feel for you now. To confess You're my first love, Luke. My true love. You're the one who makes my heart race, my soul sing.” There was a purse in the air and Jackson’s eyes hung low as he turned around to face her, holding her hands in his. Maybe he wanted to hear the truth.

I coat his dick with my juices as I feel his seed shoot through my body. He slowly lowers himself to me with his dick twitching in my core "I love you, Katrina Garza." I look up at him letting my legs fall "I love you, Tristan Livingston." He kisses me gently and rolls off lying next to me. "Best fucking night next to our first time." I smile up at him "yes it was. I am glad you were the first and only one I gave myself to." "Same here Trin same here."

He kissed her to divert her attention from the pain which felt pleasure at the same time. After having constant pleasure he laid beside her, exhausted. She felt her eyelids heavy, by now she was out of energy. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his bare chest. He smiled seeing her and pressed a kiss on her temple before whispering, "I love you," which she responded saying"I love you too" The moon giggled watching their intertwining souls and the night was shining, spreading love everywhere. Finally, after going through sorrow, hurts and pains they found their love in each other. They found their peace, solace and happiness in each other. She was his first love that