When A Man Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

I’m not sure what came over me, but before I could second-guess myself, I reached over, pulled his hand off the gearshift, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. He went completely still, taken off guard, and I couldn’t blame him—I’d never been the type to show affection this way. But in that moment, it just felt right. Then he smirked and twisted his hand to clasp mine, bringing it to his mouth to press a hard kiss to my knuckles. And then, in true Alessandro fashion, he slid my hand down his chest, stopping it just over his crotch. "How about here?" he murmured, "Think you’d give this one a kiss too?"

When she turned around, she saw a man slightly swaying side by side. “I’m sorry, miss!” A blond guy apologized as he held Kate’s hand and kissed it. “I did not mean to hurt a beautiful lady.” He smiled lustfully and leaned closer to Kate. She can smell the alcohol from his mouth. Kate stood still, waiting for the man to come closer for her to kick his treasure.

I can't, I mean we can't, we can't kiss in this very public place, not when my whole family could be watching us. So when he is about to touch my lips, I place my hand over my lips, so what I feel is his mouth on my fingers. I'm afraid that my rejection has hurt him, but I couldn't be more wrong, he smiles, like he just hit the jackpot. If apart from me and he looks happy, even though we didn't kiss. "You can discover your mouth now." He says amused, and that's when I realize my hand is still covering my lips. She pulls her hand away, a little embarrassed but encouraged. Every second, next to the man I love, is like the sweetest of gifts.

They liked to take risks but were apprehensive to take risks and it felt really exhilarating. However, the blond man smiled, “What’s so difficult about that? I can kiss all of the women here except you, Mrs. Burton.” As he spoke, he straightened his back, moved over and kissed two beauties on their faces. He did it very quickly, and his movement was also very natural and unrestrained. Cough. Cough. Xavia almost spewed out a mouthful of blood. She forgot the most important thing. Foreign countries were all very enthusiastic, and it was common etiquette and courtesy to kiss someone’s hand and face. It was not the same as when she was studying!

"Enjoyable as that is!" "It's called kiss and make-up," Isaac muttered, scooting himself back. "But men tend to grudgingly shake hands. If their pride allows it. Mine often doesn't." "Dam right," Kyle snorted. "That's at least something we can agree on. Although, I'd think a fairy like you would jump at the chance of kissing anyone."

He asked. Tom stood causing the man to tense. He offered his hand out to her and smiled kindly. "Hello, are you here helping the humans?" She nodded and extended her hand. Tom took it and gently brought it to his lips where he planted a gentle kiss in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He nodded his head in a little bow as he released her hand. The woman smiled broadly. The man scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Out," the man said. Tom sat back down and faced him.

“Finally.” I held out my hand. “Rhysand Bernadi. The legendary one.” He looked at my hand. Then he took it. His hand was warm. Large. His fingers closed around mine with polite pressure, but there was absolutely nothing polite about the way he bent and kissed the back of my hand. His lips touched my skin for only a second. A very brief second. Brief enough to be called family etiquette. Long enough to remind my spine that it had nerves. I pulled my hand back, because I had many flaws, but losing control of my expression was not one of them.

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.

"And you brought your better half back with you." When he held out his hand to me, I automatically reached out to shake it, but unfortunately that wasn't his plan. All of my muscles tensed as he brought them to his mouth and breathed a kiss on it. "I'm happy to see you again, Shanks." Hopefully a polite smile was all I managed. I had to concentrate too much on not pulling my arm back to escape his sweaty hand. Still, I couldn't help but discreetly wipe my hand on my jeans as soon as he released me.

I was having my first serious kiss with a guy I liked. My hand went up to mess up his hair, but I restrained myself by sliding it down and wrapping that hand around his neck, placing the other on his chest. Well, shortly after, I skimmed my fingers over the hem of the shirt he wore inside the jacket. Eventually, humans have to breathe, unfortunately. I pulled back, but before we broke the kiss, he rolled my gum out of my mouth and into his. I gasped for air, while he gently pants.