When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry Rogue, but I have something to do. Let's have dinner some other time okay?" "Can't you move it?" "No, I'm sorry." "Alright, promise me that we'll have dinner next time okay?" "Sure! I'll go now, it's fun taking shoots with you." "Yeah, it is. Goodnight!" He said and kissed me on the cheeks. "A-ah... Goodnight!" I quickly turned my back against him. Is it normal to kiss someone on the cheeks? Yes, he is my friend but why would he kiss me if we're just friends?

I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct. As our eyes locked, he brought himself down and brushed my lips with his. And in a brief instant he was kissing me like he would die if he didn’t.

I was embarrassed when I saw how his hands easily covered mine, his hands were so big and warm that I felt a rush pass through my veins. “When you touch me, you have to be very confident, otherwise it will be very obvious.” He says seriously, as I nod my head like a good student. “When you kiss me, your hands can go around my neck like this.” He unexpectedly pulls my hands around his neck, making my body flush against his. “And when you kiss me, you can lightly touch my face.” His voice goes deeper when he touches my chin as I cling to his neck, waiting for the kiss in anticipation.

EMMA The kiss starts out timid, our lips barely brushing against one another. While Preston’s lips are gentle against mine, his hands aren’t. He possessively grabs me by the waist with one hand and pins me against his body. His other hand is on my neck. His hand is so large that his thumb brushes against my cheek and his pinky digs into the skin at the bottom of my neck.

As I looked at him, he reached out and gently took my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine in a comforting grasp. Then, in a tender gesture, he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the back of my palm. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a surge of warmth and connection flow through me. His eyes never left mine as he kissed the back of my hand. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice laced with concern, as I scanned the somber faces before me. "Why do you all look so upset?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued by the mix of sorrow and anger etched on their features.

“If you are good, you will get a kiss from me.” That does the magic. He clamps his mouth shut. We watch in silence, chewing and drinking in complete quietude. On occasions, Ben leans over to peck me. Sometimes, he stretches his hand to me for a quick peck on his knuckles. He likes touching me. I like it.

I hope I wasn’t complaining the whole time. “You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s normal.” He says kissing the inside of my hand. The feel of his lips causes a ripple of energy to zap from the inside of my hand all the way between my legs. The more time I spend with his more I feel things for him. That small kiss on my hand is wreaking havoc in my body right now. “But it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.” I say and he shakes his head. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.” He says looking at me closely.

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.

It’s as if my entire body is hyper-aware of only his hands. As we walk back to his car, it’s clear he doesn’t quite know how to hold me—like he wants to touch more but isn’t sure what to do next. He holds my left hand, then pulls me closer, placing his right hand on my waist. Then he lifts my left hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. Da.ng. Smooth.

I told him my ability. "A peck on lip or kiss." he gave me two options. "A kiss on both cheeks, forehead, hand and nose. That's final." I stated crossing my hands on my chest. "Kiss on both cheeks, forehead, chin, hand and nose." he also stated his final decision. "Deal?" I asked him extending my hand towards him. "Deal." he said and shook my hand firmly. Now it is gonna be awkward. I didn't even give kiss on cheek to some guy before.