When A Man Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

“Yeah, but he got to kiss her!” “Well, yeah, but you should know that sometimes, holding someone’s hand is better than a kiss. Think about it, boss. For now, just finish that coffee ‘cause I need to finish that report you asked from me.” “Alright, Kelly. Thanks!” “Holding hands is better than a kiss?” He repeated, “holding hands is better than a kiss?” He nodded his head “holding hands is better than a kiss.” For that day, the sentence had become his mantra. It made him feel better. It brought back a lot of times when they touched or held hands.

Her father always told her that men like that were rare to find. "Yes, I am." She returned his smile, a surprised sound escaping her mouth when he flipped her hand back and planted a kiss on the skin. "You're as beautiful as he says." Okay, he might've looked hot as hell but it was minus one on his part. No handshake should ever be twisted into a kiss....another thing her papa told her. He let go of her hand and interlocked his with Jason's. "I hope you don't mind but I wanna steal my date for a sec."

My attempt at teasing him makes him look up at me with a strange expression. “I’ve...never kissed anyone before,” he mumbles, looking off-screen like he wants to vanish from the call. “I just want my first kiss to be something more, you understand.” I blink, caught off guard. “That’s weirdly sweet.” I admit, because it really is. “Okay. No lip kissing. Cheek kissing is okay, what of forehead kissing? Or just random hand brushing?” “I-uh-cheek is fine. I think. Probably. If I have a warning, forehead might make me a bit faint, and the hand thing-um, maybe? But not too much- my hands get all clammy and I get nervous.”

“He’d still try. Old Man’s been jerking off to the ocean for months, blue balls the size of coconuts.” “Ugh, stop.” I scrunched my nose, shoving his shoulder. “We’ll manage. Just act normal in front of him—hold hands, maybe a quick cheek kiss. You introduce me as your girl.” His eyes dropped to my mouth, stayed there a beat too long. “You’d actually kiss me? Like, on the lips?”

He speaks softly and calmly to me, I don't think my poker face is very good so I nod my head. "You'll be alright, see you in a little bit" he promises as he reaches his hand through the space and ticks some loose hair behind my ear. It's a soothing, comforting touch; one that I always find myself craving, especially in times like these. I turn my head slightly and place a sort of clumsy kiss onto his hand, and he softly grins as he retracts his hand back and the screen slides up.

She was about to speak when the man suddenly kissed her on the lips. Isabel's eyes just widened at the softness and eagerness of the lips abducted to her. She seems to feel this man's longing, she doesn't understand why her soul is asking her to respond to that kiss. Without knowing that she willingly opened her lips and the man quickly inserted his tongue. This is Isabel's first time kissing a man, but she seems to know what she's doing. The intimacy that she feels when the man inserts his hand to reach her breast increases even more.

I whispered, his hand moved up to get my hand putting a kiss on the back of it. Then he turned my hands around so he could kiss my wrist, he loved doing that. And each time, it makes my stomach load up with butterflies and gratitude. "Other hand," he muttered and I bit back a grin carrying my other hand to his. The same gesture was done to that one, his captivating lips kissing my hands. His eyes fluttered open and he met my eyes. I grinned and he did too, his hand got to my hip to bring me into him kissing my lips delicately. Then, he groaned pulling away, his gaze stared into space like something else got his attention. I was confounded at first, but then I realized somebody attempted mind

I huffed “Yeah, you do that” he smiled and leaned forward to kiss me; I met his lips. He tasted so delicious. Our kiss quickly became more intense, and both our hands started roaming each other’s bodies. When his hands reached the end of the t-shirt, I was wearing he pulled up on the end, clearing the way for him to massage the mounds of my bare butt cheeks. “Knock, Knock” there was a loud knock on the door.

gesturing to me for Damon. Damon didn't hesitate either, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. My fingers wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands slowly traveled down my body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and stopping just on my waist, gripping them tightly. I heard cheering and claps and some wolf whistles in the background but didn't pay much attention as I was too engulfed in this mind-blowing kiss to react.

I put my hand out. He looked at it for half a second, then shook it. His grip was firm and unhurried and he did not let go immediately. “Good,” he said. And then, before I could process that the handshake was over and I should probably step back, he used the hand he was still holding to pull me forward — and kissed me. His hand tightened. There was no hesitation — just decision. His mouth was warm and deliberate, and for half a second my brain screamed to pull away.