Wedding Dip Kiss Novels & Stories

A wave of happiness washes over me as I smile and gently slide the ring onto her finger "I don’t have a ring for you," she says, I shrug, a grin spreading across my face. "That’s okay, you can just kiss me because it’s sealed. We are now married." With those words, I lean in and press my lips against hers, feeling an intense tingling sensation ripple through my body. As I deepen the kiss, my lips move against hers with a gentle urgency, each movement igniting a fire within me. The world around us fades away; in that moment, nothing else matters—no worries or fears, no past or future. It’s just the heat of the moment, the intense connection between us.

gesturing to me for Damon. Damon didn't hesitate either, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. My fingers wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands slowly traveled down my body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and stopping just on my waist, gripping them tightly. I heard cheering and claps and some wolf whistles in the background but didn't pay much attention as I was too engulfed in this mind-blowing kiss to react.

With a warm smile, the officiant declared, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." As those words echoed in the air, the crowd erupted into a symphony of claps and cheers, celebrating the joyous occasion. Ryder drew me closer, his hand tenderly cupping the nape of my neck, while the other arm wrapped around my slender waist. The first kiss as husband and wife was both gentle and passionate, an affectionate expression of our love for each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, united in this beautiful moment. I entangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternit

Then he murmurs, so low the sound is lost in the wind. "Mine." And then, only then, he truly kisses me. It is not a groom's kiss. It is a claim. His tongue asserts itself, possessive, dominating, marking his territory in a language only we understand. It is the kiss from the office, from the floor of his office, from the hotel mirror in Tokyo, concentrated into a few seconds stolen from public view. When he withdraws, my lips are numb, my breath short. Applause erupts, the music swells again. People smile, some wipe away a tear.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

For the first time in years, I wished there was none of these processions at weddings. Before anyone would applaud, he captured my lips in a kiss that had my legs turning wobbly. He swallowed the gasp that worked up through my throat and my eyes widened. I subconsciously gripped his muscled arms to steady myself. After there was no reaction from me, he pulled his eyes open and stared into my eyes, his lips still hovering over mine. With a last swipe of his tongue on my lower lip, he pulled back and everyone rose to their feet as they began to clap.

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.

Their lips met in a dance of tenderness and longing, an unspoken understanding passing between them. As their lips fervently met in a passionate kiss, Mateo's hands began the gentle task of undressing Ariana. The room was filled with an electric tension as their bodies intertwined, their desires merging with the intensity of their emotions. Ariana, lost in the moment, surrendered herself to the sensations, her focus on the kiss that enveloped her.

I could taste the flavor of her lipgloss as I deepened the kiss, thinking about how I would peel this dress off her later, in our new room… In our new home. The kiss lasted until Mia Lu walked up to us and said, “We have to get started before we can end the ceremony and you both can eat each other’s face for as long as you want.” True, kissing the bride should be reserved for the end of the ceremony. But what if the bride kissed the groom–

And then everybody followed, shouting that one damning word. “Kiss! Kiss!” I grinned at them and waved a hand to recognize their request. Fuck. But deep inside, though, I wanted to rip their throats out. “Is a kiss really necessary?” she asked worriedly to me whilst giving out a fake smile to the audience. I wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to me. “It’s tradition here, to show that the wedded couple are indeed happy with the union.” “I’m not happy with this union,” she blurted out, again fake smiling the crowd and waving at them like a queen naturally would.