When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

It will happen, it is so normal. He opened the door and the media again went berserk. “Keep quiet if you wanna hear the news,” he said and I inwardly blushed. I am gonna be his girlfriend. I mean, we aren’t really… but for the world, we will be. “So,” he took my hand to his face. No, damn, don’t kiss it, I’ll faint. I said to myself, but God never listens to me. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. I froze at my position. I never thought that just a simple kiss on my hand would freeze me to my bones. I am already feeling weak in my knees and I don’t know, I can fall.

She straightened her body suddenly and turned to the side, where a guy was beginning to walk past them. In a moment of panic that he didn't believe her words, she grabbed the guy's hand and leaned into him. Cercei noticed that the guy was about to protest, so she pressed her lips to his and kept them there for some seconds. She noted with glee as her boyfriend and his friends matched away in anger away from where she stood. As soon as they were out of sight, she drew back from the mystery man and peered into his face.

He intertwines his fingers with mine, making his hold a bit more intimate. I try to pull my hand out of his, wanting to reach for his shirt again when he withdraws his lips from mine. Looking into my eyes, he says, "Right now, let's focus on you, okay?" I want to object, but I'm curious to see how far he will take this. We continue kissing and he gently moves his hand down my chest. Just as he reaches my breast, he gives it a light squeeze.

"Mmm, baby, I thought I was in charge?" "Well not anymore." I launch my lips on his, kissing him. My hand cups the side of his sculpted face, feeling his facial hair against my palm, as my other hand rests on his chest. His arms hook over my back, pulling me closer to him, as he deepens the kiss. My hand shifts from his chest to his cock and I take him in my bare hands, stroking him, making his dick harder. The veins on his cock pump swiftly with blood, as he's pleased by my hand. "Please let me be in charge today, Kaden."

We stay staring into each other's eyes without saying anything. He reaches for my other hand as he gently presses his fingers on my palm. As he does this he looks straight into my eyes. This time when he holds my hand he takes it to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on the palm of my hand. I can't help but feel excited as he does this. He opened his mouth and put my fingers inside as he start sucking on my fingertips.

Considering, the cherry thing is the least dirty. When I placed my palm on his cheek, he tilts his head to kiss my hand. I love how he always kisses my palm. Even though he is in an important work, he would take my hand and keeps it near his mouth, giving small kisses or blowing air unconsciously. "God. I love your hands. " He says planting plenty of kisses. I giggled as his subtle beard tickled me. "I love your hands too. Actually, it's the only thing that interested me when we first met, your hand and your lighter."

His hand rests on mine as I type some words, and then I stop and smile at him as he caresses my hand. Returning the smile, he holds my hand. We stare into each other eyes for a long minute. Kyle brings the back of my hand to his lips and puts a kiss on my knuckles. Then he moves to kiss me on my cheek and neck, and I moan, losing myself in the sensation. My skin feels flush as he reaches for my lips while I give in to the kiss, kissing him back. His hands caress my shoulders as we kiss. We hold hands for a long minute, kissing each other and then stopping to come up for air.

"If I agree to this, I want to know exactly what I'm getting into. No secrets, no hidden agendas." He seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough. Full transparency it is." I stood up and shook his hand. "Thank you for coming here, Mr. Laurent," I said formally. He glanced at our hands and then back at me before suddenly kissing the back of my palm. My eyes widened as my hair stood up on the nape of my neck. I quickly pulled my hand away and looked at him with disdain. "I only asked for a handshake, not a kiss on my palm, asshole," I couldn't help but curse.

"Mmm, baby, I thought I was in charge?" "Well not anymore." I launch my lips on his, kissing him. My hand cups the side of his sculpted face, feeling his facial hair against my palm, as my other hand rests on his chest. His arms hook over my back, pulling me closer to him, as he deepens the kiss. My hand shifts from his chest to his cock and I take him in my bare hands, stroking him, making his dick harder. The veins on his cock pump swiftly with blood, as he's pleased by my hand. "Please let me be in charge today, Kaden."

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.