Underwater Kisses Novels & Stories

Layla kissed her again—deep, possessive—then pulled back to watch Adeyemi’s face as she came—slow build, then sudden—thighs trembling, walls pulsing around Layla’s fingers, a soft cry swallowed by the steam. Layla didn’t stop—kept moving gently through the aftershocks, then rose slightly in the water. “Stand,” she said. Adeyemi did—water cascading off her skin, droplets catching lantern light like tiny flames. Layla knelt on the underwater ledge, pulled Adeyemi close—mouth finding her again. Tongue slow—long licks, gentle sucks—fingers sliding back inside while the water lapped around them. Adeyemi braced her hands on Layla’s shoulders, hips rocking forward, moans rising louder now—raw, unre

Below them, parrotfish scattered in flashes of electric blue, coral waving like silk scarves in the current. They swam together beneath the floating deck, arms outstretched, eyes locked under the rippling light. He caught her waist mid-swim, pulling her toward him with the same energy he’d kissed her with back in Brooklyn—slow, deliberate, deep. Their bodies moved in sync with the soft current, kissing underwater until they burst up for air, laughing, breathless, and tangled. “Stay here with me forever,” she murmured, brushing her wet nose against his. “Let’s never leave.”

He dragged me down into the water, still hugging me. He pulled me closer to him before claiming my lips in a kiss. Instead of pushing him away, I found myself clinging tighter to his neck. I couldn't understand the feeling - it wasn't our first kiss, but why did it feel different this time? Why did I feel electrified? And why did I feel warm, despite being underwater in the cold pool? I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Zac kissed me deeply as if giving me oxygen to breathe underwater, and I loved it.

The boatman’s eyes widened in wonder. They sank beneath the water for a few seconds, then emerged laughing as they swam side by side. Their strokes sped up—not in competition, but in liberation— as if shedding every chain, every past sorrow, every grief. They moved like great sea creatures born of the ocean itself. Stopping at the center of the blue expanse, sunlight glinting on their faces, they looked at one another again. They drew close— and kissed. A long kiss. Long enough to pull them both beneath the surface.

He just smirks at me and says, “Do you want to know another secret? I can let you breathe underwater.” “It is called the kiss of life, we can also create water bubbles around you so you can breathe but I prefer the kiss of life. We kiss the person and they can breathe underwater, it lasts for two hours,” he tells me. I smile widely and tell him, “Let us go then, what are we waiting for?”

I sit in front of him, while he smiles at me and takes my hands, intertwining them, I don't know what game Dustin is playing, but it makes my heart beat so loud that Switzerland can hear it. “Kiss me.” He demands as I bring my lips to him and he licks me while biting my juicy lips. I put my hands on his neck, enjoying his mint-flavored saliva. Everything is perfect, I open my legs as he, under the water, asks me to do it. I do it and he starts putting his fingers in until he puts more than three fingers in me. I gasp, but I don't let go of his lips that take me to paradise. We played like two children underwater and had the most fun ever. I never thought in my life that he and I would be one

As Jasmine's fingertips trailed down Marissa's smooth leg, she couldn't help but feel alive with anticipation. Without words, Jasmine kissed Marissa so hard that their lips melded together in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced and played with each other as their hands explored every inch of exposed flesh. The wet sounds of their kisses mixed with the rhythmic splashes of their bodies hitting against the water echoed throughout the secluded area.

The water enveloped them, the surface shimmering under the moonlight, creating an intimate cocoon. “Do you feel that?” he asks, his voice low and sultry as he took her hands, their bodies brushing against each other. “Don't do this,” she whispers, her heart racing. Without breaking eye contact, he leans in, and captures her lips in a soft, passionate kiss. It deepens quickly, igniting a fire between them as the water danced around their bodies. He wraps his hands aroung her waist, pulling her closer as his kisses turn in hunger. She tried to push him, but she suddenly became week.

"But don't worry, our bodies are under the water. So I wouldn't know if that pussy is soaking wet for me. You can pretend you hate it." I tilted her chin up and kissed her but not desperate it was slow and I would stop and kiss her again leaving her wanting. Her lips pulled away from mine when she realized what I was doing and I swallowed the sound she made as my hands slid back up to cup her waist. She moved closer. Our bare bodies aligned under the water, using my other hand I unclipped her bra. The only thing that's preventing me to see those to die for tits. “You’re enjoying this. For all I know, you might've set up the men who barged in at your home.” she murmured against my lips.

I am not ready, I feel like I have already drunk water here. I was about to go out when suddenly he pulled my waist and I am sure it's Kent! I am about to push him away from me, because I really can't breathe anymore.. 'Kent.' I called him in my mind. I let him kiss me at the same time he gave me air. D. the! I didn't even know that this is possible! I meant kissing underwater. This kissing underwater never came into my mind, anyway. It's like risking your life. I wrapped my hands around his neck, as he kissed me deeper and our bodies pressed closer together. The coldness that I feel is also gradually disappearing.