What Does It Mean When A Guy Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

He kisses like a pro too, not too passive yet not too giving. Placing his hands on my back as he puts some pressure on them, I take it as a consent and grind my pussy on his clothed private part. Either he's small or I'm not turning him on, because I can't feel anything. The hand that I thought was a signal of something more, well, turns out it's actually giving the opposite meaning, because he removes his lips from mine as he looks at me again, "I think we should take this slow." How much slower do you want to go? Are you gay? I really wanna snap at him but who am I kidding, he is gay.

As he does that, I can see his expression shift from stoic to soft. “It feels better.” I reply calmly and what he does next makes my jaw drop to the floor. He slowly brings my hurt palm to his lips and plants a soft, delicate kiss on the plastered spot. I stare at him, wide-eyed and when he looks up at me, he chuckles upon seeing my expression. “Why do you have that look?” “You just kissed my hand!” “So? It’s not a big deal.” Yes, it is! I almost scream at him It is a big deal to have him randomly kiss my hurt hand because he is Klein and he is cold and reserved and never shows any emotion or does endearing acts like this when he’s with me.

I didn't know what to do other than close my eyes and squeeze his arm. "Henry," I whispered as he broke the kiss. Our lips were wet and he looked at me intently. "Don't you like it?" "No, it's not that... but this... what does it mean?" I asked hesitantly. I felt awkward and confused at the same time. Henry's movements when he kissed me when his hands touched my cold skin. His gestures as he drew his body closer. I knew this was something more than friends. "What does that mean..." he murmured softly. Right above my lips. His breathing was ragged and my heart was beating very fast. "Shouldn't you know better?" he asked.

and the amount of times I had tried to avoid their gaze. But, something was different today. This had gone from just intense gazes. Now he had touched me in passing multiple times, which had made me feel a whole host of things I had tried to ignore... and then there was the kissing of my hand. The kissing of my hand, which, when I questioned him about, he was saying he had wanted to kiss me for a while now. That was what he had meant, right? Because that was what it came across as. No. I urged myself. That couldn't be it, surely. Can it?

I hesitated, chewing my lip before asking quietly, “What does it mean if a guy says ‘I’m not in the mood’ every time a lady tries to… You know, kiss him or something?” Nyra’s eyebrows shot up. “Define ‘something.’” I groaned. “You know what I mean.” She stayed quiet for a second, tapping her chin, then asked, “Does he… um, do it by himself? Like, does he kiss her first sometimes?” I nodded slowly. “Yes.” “Well,” she said, dragging the word out, “if he doesn’t do it at all, that means he doesn’t like the girl. But if he does sometimes…” she trailed off, staring at me.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he slipped his back into mine. “Hey I did not say you could French with him Alissa,” Kim said from the front seat. Harper broke our kiss when he heard her say that. Harper went back onto his side of the car. I looked at him as he did and he kind of rolled his eyes as he moved over. But then I realized Harper still had a hold of my hand. He started to rub his fingers lightly into the underside of the palm of my hand. Now in our town when a guy did that it meant that he wanted to fuck you. I did not see that coming at all.

“I know… but I want us to keep things casual from now on. More distance… to help both of us adjust and move on.” *God, why am I saying it as if we had an affair?* Suddenly, he took my hand, but not for a handshake. He lowered himself and pressed his lips to the back of my hand, his intense gaze lifting to meet mine. I felt my cheeks heat up. No one had ever done that to me before. I stiffened, but he didn’t let go. He closed his eyes and continued kissing my hand, slow and deliberate. The hand holding mine trembled slightly, as if he was pouring all his emotions into that single kiss.

“By fucking allowing him to touch you? You don’t want piss me off Alica, trust me.” I knew that he had some beef with the guy but I felt like he was overreacting. The guy only kissed the back of my hand when he greeted me and that was it. “You’re overreacting at this point. He only said hi to me and kissed the back of my hand…that’s it!.” He got even closer, closing the small gap that was left between our bodies.

He squeezes my hand again. I swallow and my voice comes out nervous. “Okay.” “Hey.” He tugs on my hand so I’ll look at him. His deep blues are serious and thoughtful. “I have been waiting a long time for my mate, I can be patient a little while longer.” He smiles and kisses the back of my hand. A shiver wracks my whole body. “That's an interesting reaction, I wonder if it’s only when I kiss your hand.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I let out when she kept looking at me through the screen as if I was an alien or something. “A kiss on the forehead means he values you and wants you with him for a long time,” She explained and I stared at her in disbelief, she just made that shit up to fill my head with crazy thoughts. “You just made that up right?” I asked. “No, I didn’t, a kiss on a forehead is a romantic gesture that signifies pure love, just like how a kiss on your collarbone means he wants you,”