When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

I heard him breathing deeply as he pulled his penis out of my asshole and slumped into the bed next to me. Zie smiled at me as we looked at each other, he slowly approached me and kissed me on the forehead which caused me to smile, I do not remember if he had kissed me on the forehead before or when was the last time he kissed me on the forehead but I was happy every time he did this to me, as if I felt a different thrill every time he kissed me on the forehead. It was as if his kisses on my lips meant that he wanted to taste me while his kisses on my forehead seemed to let me know that I was important to him.

he said as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I shut my eyes as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I love it when he kisses my forehead. (Okay, I'm sure I must have said that a million times, but his lips! Oh! Lord have mercy). “Alright, go take a warm bath; I don't want you catching cold,” he said, releasing his hands from my face. I nodded with a smile, but I felt his grip again. He pulled me toward him, planting another kiss on my forehead, then my cheek. He rarely does that.

He hugged her tighter and mumbled, “It’s good if people see us. You're mine.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. He slightly pulled away from the hug and asked, “Can I kiss you?” “No! We are in public. People might be watching us,” she squealed, frowning at him while looking around to see if someone was watching them. He moved closer and said, “I don't care.” And he kissed her forehead. She hit his shoulder lightly and said, “You're so annoying!” “You’re so cute when getting angry. Make me wanna kiss you once again.” He teased her.

His voice sounded so husky that it made my insides twist. He moved closer and I didn't flinch. I knew what was to come. If he kissed me now, I would most certainly lose myself to him. I couldn't resist his charm and magnificence. His hands caressed my cheeks, they felt rough and hard against my skin. My eyes shut and a little moan escaped my lips. He kissed my forehead. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me. Why would he do that? I never would have guessed his kiss was going to be on my forehead instead of my lips or body.

he beams, his voice thick as his lips embrace my forehead. “Why do you do that?” I chuckle awkwardly, feeling flustered by Elijah’s outpour of affection. “Do what?” his forehead wrinkles as a look of confusion spreads across his angelic face. “Kiss my forehead. You do it a lot,” I blush, “-not that I’m complaining, at all,” I admit, growing accustomed to his subtle display of affection.

The bed moved slowly along their breathy moans echoed around the warm chalet. After a very long time, Blair's body ached... ached for more although she was utterly tired. They breathed laying next to each other and he tossed towards her looking her angelic face. "I love you Blair..." he caressed her cheeks as he kissed her forehead. It is said that whenever a man kisses you on the forehead after the sex, it is straight from his heart. It means he cherishes you, adores you and wants to keep you. Thinking about it, she made a blushing face when she replied, "We are not a secret anymore."

This was well needed. He gazed at me, moving the hair from my face, he leaned down kissing my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then finally my lips. He pressed his forehead against mine as we closed our eyes taking in the moment, our breath mixing between us. I slowly opened my eyes to meet his gazing back at me. He moved his head, rubbing his nose with mine, giving me an Eskimo kiss.

“Is that so? Didn’t you say me to go with the flow? Should I be more careful and think before what I say? Why don’t you write me a list of things that I shouldn’t say in front of you? This—” Before she was able to continue further, the man loosened his grip on her and held on to her shoulder. Then, he turned her body, causing her to face him. “No, I am telling all of this to you, so that you don’t blame me for doing this.” With that, he brought his face closer to her and softly pecked on her forehead. To her, this felt completely different from the other time he had kissed on her forehead. She wasn’t able to pinpoint what it exactly was, but for sure, she could say that it wasn’t like how it

The look in his eyes was filled with so much love that I could feel it even without the bond. “Good. Now you understand how we feel every time that we look at you,” he said before leaning down to place a kiss to my forehead. I always swooned when they kissed my forehead because it felt so much more intimate. It was not just about the heat and passion. It was about pure adoration and love.

The slow, purposeful movement of his perfect head, his magnetic eyes, his strong hands, and his soft, tempting lips demonstrated his desire to kiss me this time since he couldn't do it the other time and like always, I can't push him away. I saw how Harry's gaze fell on my lips when I parted them in readiness. He brought foward his head, and I held my breath, eager to taste those soft lips and hold strands of hair in my hands. Harry held the left side of my face with gentleness, raised his head and planted a long, loving kiss on my forehead. My body went weak. What just happened? Did Harry just put his lips on my forehead in that tender manner? A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does