Novel & Cerita When A Guy Kiss Your Hand

I said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her dry skin, leaving a mark of my lipstick behind on her neck. "Men's eyes won't be on you this way... just me," I said with a playful smile, taking the tissue from her and wiping my lips. As we strolled through the store in search of gifts, I wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me. "I'm not walking freely, Jeremy. Why don't we just hold hands?" she suggested, but I shook my head, tightening my grip as I caught a man's gaze lingering on her. "I'm not letting go," I replied, my eyes fixed ahead. In response, she took my hand, pressed a soft kiss on it, and intertwined our fingers. The imprint of her lips, adorned with lip

Della’s POV Feeling conscious, I immediately pulled my hand as I swallowed the formed lump in my throat. Calm down Della. You need this guy's help. This might just be his way of greeting people. Looking unfazed, Mr. K grabbed his glass again and offered me a toast. “To our future partnership.” I’m probably just overthinking it. It’s usual for others to give a kiss on the hand as a sign of respect or admiration. Agh! What was I even thinking about being moved by that?

Those people were really messing with me and my friends, and then there was the fight at the football game that we all took part in. Her free hand takes mine that isn't holding my drink, and she runs her fingers over my knuckles. "How many times did you get busted for those back in high school?" Why does she want to kiss my hand? "Via, don't do that," I say, rolling my eyes as I pull my hand away. "Oh, so your hands and fingers can be all over me and give me pleasure, but I can't even kiss them?" She turns away, not pleased. "Big baby," she mutters.

he repeated, his voice dead serious. “Here…” I whispered as I slowly placed my left hand in his awaiting hand. I saw Hayden’s lips curve into a satisfied smile in the dimly lit room as he felt my left hand in his. With his head still on my lap, Hayden brought my left hand up to his lips and kissed its palm. His kiss on my palm was soft and sweet. He planted small kisses all over my palm before slowly progressing to my fingers, kissing them from the base to my fingertips in turn.

He kissed my hand again and added lovingly. I ended up giggling at his confidence. He was always so cheesy. He always kept kissing my hands, making me feel safe. Only if he knew, my smile dropped at this thought. I dreaded looking at him at moments like these, when I felt guilty. What if he found out everything looking into my eyes one day?

He smiled and held out his hand for me to shake, saying, "Deal." I slowly extended my hand to shake his while hesitantly glancing at that big hand. My hand landed in his, and as he pulled me up against his broad chest with his other hand resting on the small of my back, his fingers encircled my wrist. I was startled by the physical contact and awkwardly stood there with my hands at my sides throughout the brief hug. After stepping back, he grinned sweetly and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. The sensation of his lips on my flesh caused my body to instantly freeze.

He speaks softly and calmly to me, I don't think my poker face is very good so I nod my head. "You'll be alright, see you in a little bit" he promises as he reaches his hand through the space and ticks some loose hair behind my ear. It's a soothing, comforting touch; one that I always find myself craving, especially in times like these. I turn my head slightly and place a sort of clumsy kiss onto his hand, and he softly grins as he retracts his hand back and the screen slides up.

A smile spread across my face as I reached out to caress his cheek with my soft, warm palm. Tyler's fingers intertwined with mine, his touch bringing a surge of comfort and happiness. He raised my hand, placing a tender kiss on my palm, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. It was such a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of the love and tenderness that blossomed between us.

I’m not sure what came over me, but before I could second-guess myself, I reached over, pulled his hand off the gearshift, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. He went completely still, taken off guard, and I couldn’t blame him—I’d never been the type to show affection this way. But in that moment, it just felt right. Then he smirked and twisted his hand to clasp mine, bringing it to his mouth to press a hard kiss to my knuckles. And then, in true Alessandro fashion, he slid my hand down his chest, stopping it just over his crotch. "How about here?" he murmured, "Think you’d give this one a kiss too?"

"Deal?" My eyes settled on his outstretched hand for a few seconds before I shook it. "Deal. I–" Suddenly, he brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. "It could be a lot more than just a kiss on the hand if you let me." He uttered with a low voice that sent a surge of electricity up my legs. I gulped. This little mission just got harder.