When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

he said as he slipped my hand into his without breaking eye contact from me. I felt the heat of his hand against the palm of mine and then his fingers smoothly interlaced with mine as he held my hand tightly. My throat constricted and I found it difficult to breathe as my heart raced even faster in my chest. Although he was just holding my hand tightly, I felt so affected. “…and then kiss the back of her hand like this right in front of everyone…” he said in a voice as gentle as the way he slowly stroked his fingertips down the palm of my hand.

The way he’s kissing me and fist fucking my dick is driving me crazy. I think all these years that I’ve been fooling around with girls, I was actually missing something good. Something like getting kissed liked this and a manly hand fist fucking my dick. I know I didn’t like the soft touch of a girl's hand on my dick. I have always wanted something strong and rough.

After all, he did tell me that he needed something when he came in. “Give me your hand,” He instructed and I complied, stretching out my hand to him. He took my hand in his and kissed the palm of my hand softly. I soft gasp escaped my lips at the shock of what he just did. Lucien did not stop as he flipped my small hand in his larger one and kissed the back of my hand. His lips and breath are so warm even against my warm skin. Then he placed my open hand against his right cheek as he leaned his face into my palm and closed his eyes.

I pointed at our hands. "Well, I love it. Didn't you think we suit each other, dear?" "We didn't." "It's fine, dear. Maybe you still confused but I'll hold your hand like this whenever we're going out together." "What no-no. People might see and not only people but also the paparazzi and I might be in news saying that I'm your new girlfriend or whatever. I don't like it." I said to him. "I don't care. As long as I can hold your small hand." He kisses back of my hand and I just let it be. I like it too. I really like it.

There was something about him that made me uneasy though, like he knew he could charm people and liked using it. He stopped a few steps in front of me, smiling politely. “It’s an honor to meet you,” he said, reaching out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand in his. His grip was gentle, and I was just about to pull back when he lifted my hand toward his lips. I blinked in surprise, not expecting that at all. But before he could kiss the back of my hand, a loud growl filled the air. Kai.

If he hadn't placed his other hand on top of mine, I might not have been aware that I was grasping the bed sheets hard. He looks away from my eyes for the first time before glancing at my hand and bringing it in front of us. "Plus, you are injuring your hand if you keep holding it," he adds. He's already stroking it as if he believes I'm a weak person. “Why do I have to kiss the first one I set eyes on? I don't get Auster.” He smiles at me as if I hadn't asked him a strange question, which is even stranger given that we are in such proximity to one another. Friends, as far as I can tell, avoid doing this. Friends don't exchange kisses.

Even though Hayden had only returned his greeting earlier. Then the man spoke to me again, as his eyes were now looking at me. "Well, have a nice day." Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand. My eyes had to bulge when he did that. Suddenly, I pulled my hand away from his hand. I felt like there was an electric shock when I felt the man's lips touching the skin of my hand. It felt very strange and something else. The man just smiled faintly at me. I looked at him questioningly, and I felt a bit of fear. Why did he dare to do that to me?

I clamped my hand over his mouth before he could finish because the guy sitting in front of us had just leaned back like he was suddenly invested in our drama. “Shut up, Kae, or I’ll move seats,” I hissed. “Why? I can come with you wherever you go,” he said, dead serious. Was he clueless… or just stupid? “As I was saying,” he continued in a low tone, “some things don’t make you gay. I got a handjob from a guy once, doesn’t mean I’m gay.” My head whipped toward him. “You did?” He nodded as if he’d just said he bought bread on his way home. “Yeah. I’m just saying I’m confused sometimes. A kiss wouldn’t change that.”

He groans as if in physical pain. “Doing what?” I breathe out in question. “Asking something of me…” His hand reaches out, and he rubs his thumb over my lips, and I stupidly purse my lips, placing a kiss on the pad of his thumb. He freezes, and a thrill runs through my body. My hand slides up, encasing his as I gently pull it away and open his palm. Then I gently bring it to my lips again and watch him as his chest heaves as I kiss the inside of his hand.

Dude, touch her already! I don’t know where to touch her though. Just touch her wherever you want. She won’t be mad no matter where your hands land. I sigh internally because I’m so inept at all of this and it’s embarrassing. I lift my hands up and I notice they are shaking. Zahara and I continue kissing and I gently place my hands on her hips. I run them up her sides, slowly, then back down to her hips. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I slide my hands over her ass. I let them rest there for a bit before I squeeze each cheek with my hands. A moan escapes Zahara and it encourages me.