When A Man Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

He was quite handsome, but nothing compared to Rai and Damian. “Collin, at your service.” He said. “Oh, Katarina.” I extended my hand to shake his, but instead, he brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly. “Oh..” I was a bit shocked but managed to smile. None of my male friends had ever kissed my hand when they introduced themselves; I felt like a princess when Colin did it to me just now. We talked for a bit when Collin suddenly took my hand and tried to pull me along with him.

“And men like you will trade anything to have me right??” “Yes,” he replies laughing. “Men like me.” I laugh with him and then he kisses me, absorbing my laughter. The kiss continues passionately, and I realize how much I have missed his lips on mine. I instantly want more! I deepen the kiss, sucking his mouth deep into mine, and he spreads one hand along the side of my ribs and rubs me softly. My pussy instantly clenches in longing. Something about how big his hands are, and how his hold makes me feel delicate arouses me greatly.

Wasn't the man who forced her to come and serve him? Vivian was confused, but then she suddenly felt how her hand was grabbed by another hand, and the next thing she could feel was a warm kiss on her sweaty palm. At this moment, Vivian's breath caught. Even if she couldn't see it, she was sure the man was kissing the palm of her hand, and a question came to her mind: why was the man treating her so gently?

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 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.

He smiled and held out his hand for me to shake, saying, "Deal." I slowly extended my hand to shake his while hesitantly glancing at that big hand. My hand landed in his, and as he pulled me up against his broad chest with his other hand resting on the small of my back, his fingers encircled my wrist. I was startled by the physical contact and awkwardly stood there with my hands at my sides throughout the brief hug. After stepping back, he grinned sweetly and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. The sensation of his lips on my flesh caused my body to instantly freeze.

I pouted, trying to look cute. He exhaled in distress and to relieve him of it. I reached for his cheeks and stroked his skin gently. He grabbed my hand from his cheeks, raised it to his lips and kissed my fingers. “I was so scared when I saw you under the beast and when I found you unconscious.…” “I'm fine,” I chimed in and moved his hand to my lips, kissing his palms softly. “I'm sorry for making you worry,” I whispered. He shook his head negatively.” I am just glad to see you alive.” he kissed the back of my hand. This man was showering me with lots of kisses. Not that I'm complaining but it felt new and different.

How different he was tonight, compared to how cold and stoic he was normally, she thought. “As do you,” she smiled back bashfully. He took her hand in his and surprised her with a gentlemanly kiss on her hand. Her mind churned with perturbation for this eccentric man. She greatly missed his lips on hers, especially after how she had been thinking about their kiss for days now.

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.

(Grandfather) "Dede" (Grand dad) Sedar addressed him. They watched as he peered up at them over the brim of his glasses. He exhaled as he folded his newspaper neatly and placed it beside him. "I'd like to introduce you to my wife." He raises her hand and places a kiss on the inside of her palm. As she receives the intimate gesture, her lips part. Kissing one's hand on the inside of their palm represents that my heart and breath are indebted to you. She understands why he did it, but she still wishes he hadn't. It was too intimate to be shared between them.