When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

He had been deciding, in the small space between the ten-minute mark and now, that he was going to do something. He stood up. He came around the desk. He stopped one foot from my chair. He did not touch me. He reached for my hand. He lifted my hand off the arm of the chair. He turned it palm-down. He brushed his thumb over the knuckles, once, very slowly, the way a man brushed a thing he was claiming through skin. He lifted my hand to his mouth. He pressed his lips to the back of my knuckles. Once. Slowly. The way a man pressed his lips to a thing he was making a vow over.

Alexander walked beside me, his presence steady and grounding. As we made our way through a small park, Alexander suddenly stopped and bent down to pick a flower. He straightened up and handed it to me, making my heart skip a beat. "For you," he said simply, but his eyes spoke volumes. I accepted the flower, my fingers brushing against his, and a warmth spread through my chest. Alexander's hand slipped into mine, his grip firm yet tender. He pulled me close, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering for a second longer than necessary. His gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, everything else faded away. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, a gesture so swee

Mister handsome seductively made his way towards me, as he sealed my lips. His kiss was slow this time around, giving me the time to master how I'm going to move my lip in correspondence. He places his right hand on my breast, and I flinch, pulling away from him. "Did I hurt you?" Mister handsome asked. "No! It's just that a guy has never touched me like that, so it's a bit weird." I mumble, which is the entire truth. "It is more weird that a guy has ever touched your sexy body." He replied, causing me to blush.

He gripped my hand tightly and I could feel his passionate kisses with an adoration and love. In the middle of our kiss I was slowly kissing him back, he calmly and calmly kissed me. I could smell his scent and his lips tasted like a liquor and also an ice cream. Every time he kisses me I feel like the rotation of the world is slowing down and it doesn’t enter my mind what is going on at the moment. We’re really kissing ?. Am I kissing my bestfriend ?. As he gripped my hand into his chest, he immediately cut off our kiss and hugged me very tightly.

He reaches for my hand and grips me softly. His eyes never look away from mine as he steps closer. He leans in and I close my eyes as we finally connect. His kiss heats me up from my stomach. He curls our fingers together and he tilts his chin away from me, keeping our foreheads connected. He sighs and I place my hand on the back of his neck in a familiar way. Only it isn’t familiar to me, I have only touched a man like this in my dreams.

He was shocked, startled that I could give him such a smack as he moved his hands up to touch his face but I just held his hand. I kissed him softly, showering wet kisses against his face. My hands let go of his as I grabbed his face, kissing him all over until I felt his muscles relax then I placed my lips against his, kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and having his grab unto mine with a groan, I moaned against his lips, feeling his hands move down my body and grab my ass as he played with it, spreading it aside and giving it a smack,

I answered immediately to make her stop shaking. Good thing it stopped. She stared at me and suddenly sat on the sofa with a frown. I quickly took a bite of the cookie because it might get stopped again. I can't even took a bite. "Do you like him?" she asked suddenly, staring at me intensely. I suddenly choked because of her absurd question. I remembered the way he kissed my hand. I couldn't stop blushing. I felt my cheeks and my ears flushing red. It was my first time to be kissed on the back of my hand okay? What I read on social meadia was correct that "a kiss in the forehead and a kiss in the hand are the things that will never get outdated."

Olga said and flashed me a smile. He stretched out his hand to me and I wondered what I was supposed to do with it. Most times when women stretched out their hands like this, the gentleman in front of her kissed them gently. Now, did he expect me to also kiss his hand? I took the hand and wrapped it with two of mine. "Thank you for everything." I said shaking his hands with extra effort. "This one is just good for you!" He exclaimed pulling back his hand in horror. This was not so bad if it was my punishment.

he said and grinned. I want to scream and punch his face, but he moved away from my hand and hold it instead, I feel electricity rush all over my body when he start intertwining our hands together, he smiled at me and the next thing he do that made my face look like a tomato is when he planted a kiss on my hand. "Darling..." My eyes widened and pull my hand off him, Shock is written all over my face-- I have trauma when someone tries to kiss my skin! "Jerk! what are you doing?!" I hissed and throw him a punch that he catches by instinct, people around us start to look in our direction and put out their phones, and start recording.

he chuckled and my half of my lips grinned at him. "Well, and this..." I leaned forward to kiss him and I felt his hands pushing me more to him. I was impressed that he never tried to moved his hands to try touching me, he was a gentleman not like other guy s who just wanted to touch my body and didn't hesitate to do it on public, but this guy was indeed kissing me back but he has respect to my body. "Damn it! Zoren!" a man shouted and this guy immediately broke the kiss and stared at the man behind me. He looked surprised but he just winked.