When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

See, this is why straight guys like gay men sucking them. What girl is really gonna sit there on her knees and truly worship a dick like that? But I just obeyed, because him teasing and making me work for it was so damn hot. I inhaled his scent, pressing my nose to his pubes and just gently brushing his cock with my lips, knowing I didn't have permission to kiss or taste just yet. His hand found itself in my hair and he played with it gently, his hand firm on my head. "Good." He said. "You can kiss it." I glanced up at him.

This is my best bet. “I agree,” I concur. Cole extends his hand across the table. I take it, his palm warm and steady against mine. My fingers tingle under his touch, and I feel my nerves spike. The simple act of holding his hand sends electricity shooting up my arm, straight to my chest. The handshake seals our deal. But he doesn't let go. Instead, he lifts my hand to his lips, and I catch the faintest scent of his shampoo before his soft lips press gently to my knuckles. The warmth of his kiss spreads like wildfire through my body, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine.

“Because I am.” “I’ll take this.” He said as he reached for my right hand. “Both of your hands are mine now.” I was surprised when he suddenly held my right hand and put it on his lips. “W-What are you doing?” “Take what’s mine.” He said as he planted little kisses on my hand. He was looking at me while his lips were traveling down to my fingers. He opened his mouth and began licking my fingers. “W-What—

For his presence, just for everything about him. His hands were all over my body. He cupped my mountains and squeezed it gently. “Oh!” I moaned a little biting his lower lip. We were touching each other’s body everywhere. Still, not stopping from kissing each other. His hands traveled my whole body and so was I. My hands settled down on his butt and I slapped it slowly. “Hmmm… You’re kinky, huh?” He chuckled and continued to kiss me.

“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.

His hand was cold and he pulled her hand to the side of his face. "How dare you say that to me? What do you mean by that?" He rubbed her hand smoothly on his face, closing his eyes as if to savour the moment. "What the fuck are you doing?" She tried to pull away but his grip was tight. He kissed her hand and smiled, "I've been dying to touch you. I don't know how long I would've waited if you hadn't approached me first." What? He was worse than she thought. Was he sexually or emotionally deprived as a kid?

My hands find him, our fingers intertwining as he presses them against his chest. He breaks the kiss, tilting his head back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he exhales shakily. I kiss his mouth, then his cheek, letting my lips wander across his face, exploring every inch of his skin. He stays still, not moving, just tightening his grip on my hands, pressing them against him even harder.

We both moan into the kiss, our tongues wrestling for dominance. I grab his cock with mine, fisting them both together. I thrust into my hand, as I pump up and down, he thrusts into it as well, and soon we’re both fucking my hand, our cocks rubbing together. My palm is growing slick with precum, our breathing becoming frantic again. He pulls back from the kiss, running his hands down my body. His fingers dance around my chest, abs, stomach, and slowly down to our joined cocks. He finds my base and squeezes it gently, making me buck my hips again. Then he lowers to my balls, massaging them and then tugging on them. Fuck me, that feels so good. I let go of our cocks; I don’t want to come again

I put my hand out. He looked at it for half a second, then shook it. His grip was firm and unhurried and he did not let go immediately. “Good,” he said. And then, before I could process that the handshake was over and I should probably step back, he used the hand he was still holding to pull me forward — and kissed me. His hand tightened. There was no hesitation — just decision. His mouth was warm and deliberate, and for half a second my brain screamed to pull away.

I replied and squatted slightly so that I could reach the man's godly face, why is he so fucking tall? "Wait dude, what are you doing?" The man asked me with a confused voice but instead of answering him, I just steal a kiss from his lips instead. I couldn’t stop myself from doing that, fortunately, he's up to kiss me. He slowly opened his mouth and pulled out his tongue and I know from that moment that he wanted a tongue fight from me and not just some cliché and sloppy kiss. While we're kissing, I continued to caress his dick, until I was no longer satisfied with stroking his bulging dick. My hand trailed over his slacks until I got a hold of his waistband, I slowly inserted my hand inside