Wall Kisses Novels & Stories

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.

He leans down and presses his lips against mine in a gentle kiss that quickly turns passionate. His chest pushes into me, and I’m forced to take a step back...and another until I’m backed up against the wall. My heart races, and Weston smirks before kissing me again. Harder this time. He boxes my smaller body against the wall as he dominates my mouth with his. “I hope you know that I won’t let you go now that you’ve basically admitted you want me as much as I want you,” he angles his head to lick and nibble my neck.

Lisa's lips parted slightly, inviting. Sarah glanced at Alex, who nodded encouragingly. Then, she turned to Lisa and leaned in. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative kiss that tasted of wine and lipstick. Lisa's hand cupped Sarah's cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other, wet and warm. Sarah's heart raced as she felt Lisa's breath quicken. The husbands watched, transfixed. Alex's pants grew tight as he saw his wife's mouth open for another woman. Mike shifted in his seat, his hand rubbing his growing bulge.

If I initiate, it will only be a quick kiss. She soon submitted as she remembered how he had kissed her. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Wills Waltson, on the other hand, felt her breathing and hastily turned his face. Her lips were pressed against his. Luna jumped with fear and quickly turned her head back. But he pressed his lips on the back of her head, deepening the kiss. "Ugh …" She was scolded in her heart by Wills Waltson , the big bad wolf, again.

Wanda hesitated, her mind a tangle of conflicting emotions, but she found herself leaning into the kiss, the tension in her shoulders easing as she let Michael pull her closer. The kiss deepened, Michael’s hands moving to cradle her face, his thumbs tracing soft circles against her cheeks. Wanda closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the sensation—the familiar comfort of touch, the intoxicating blend of warmth and need. For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the quiet intimacy of their shared breath, the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat in her ears.

"Don't tell me you've never really kissed?" My face got hotter and hotter; I looked like a boiled shrimp. Seeing my awkwardness, Lisa smiled like a season. "I know there's a kiss." She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered. "How did it feel then? It's great, isn't it?" "Don't talk nonsense." I pushed her away and turned away, not expecting to meet Harvey's indecent look. "How are you, Kelsey? Our werewolves are very liberal about love; just kissing makes you so shy?" Lisa looked at me, confused.

Come to think of it, it was as she had said… life was too short to not spend time kissing and hugging, so why should he hold back? Just as the passionate man began kissing her back, the doorbell suddenly rang… and it was at that moment when Xavia realized that it was most probably Wendy! Feeling anxious, she quickly wriggled her lips free before saying, “G-go get the door…! I need to wash my face and apply some lipstick…!” Since they had kissed so much, her lips were now rather swollen! To her dismay, Zivon simply replied, “Not so fast. As you said, life is too short not to spend hugging and kissing each other… With that said, let’s make sure we do just that as we head down together…”

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.