When A Man Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

I said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her dry skin, leaving a mark of my lipstick behind on her neck. "Men's eyes won't be on you this way... just me," I said with a playful smile, taking the tissue from her and wiping my lips. As we strolled through the store in search of gifts, I wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me. "I'm not walking freely, Jeremy. Why don't we just hold hands?" she suggested, but I shook my head, tightening my grip as I caught a man's gaze lingering on her. "I'm not letting go," I replied, my eyes fixed ahead. In response, she took my hand, pressed a soft kiss on it, and intertwined our fingers. The imprint of her lips, adorned with lip

After all, he did tell me that he needed something when he came in. “Give me your hand,” He instructed and I complied, stretching out my hand to him. He took my hand in his and kissed the palm of my hand softly. I soft gasp escaped my lips at the shock of what he just did. Lucien did not stop as he flipped my small hand in his larger one and kissed the back of my hand. His lips and breath are so warm even against my warm skin. Then he placed my open hand against his right cheek as he leaned his face into my palm and closed his eyes.

"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.

I replied and squatted slightly so that I could reach the man's godly face, why is he so fucking tall? "Wait dude, what are you doing?" The man asked me with a confused voice but instead of answering him, I just steal a kiss from his lips instead. I couldn’t stop myself from doing that, fortunately, he's up to kiss me. He slowly opened his mouth and pulled out his tongue and I know from that moment that he wanted a tongue fight from me and not just some cliché and sloppy kiss. While we're kissing, I continued to caress his dick, until I was no longer satisfied with stroking his bulging dick. My hand trailed over his slacks until I got a hold of his waistband, I slowly inserted my hand inside

Alexander walked beside me, his presence steady and grounding. As we made our way through a small park, Alexander suddenly stopped and bent down to pick a flower. He straightened up and handed it to me, making my heart skip a beat. "For you," he said simply, but his eyes spoke volumes. I accepted the flower, my fingers brushing against his, and a warmth spread through my chest. Alexander's hand slipped into mine, his grip firm yet tender. He pulled me close, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering for a second longer than necessary. His gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, everything else faded away. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, a gesture so swee

He asked as we were about to alight from the car. I smiled back at him, he opened the car door with his hands still in mine, but as he was about to leave he planted a kiss on my hand. If care was not taken I would be burning red all the time. He walked over and opened the door for me. “Thank you!” I appreciated it. “Can I ?” Killian pleaded if he could take my hand in his again. “Killian we are in the public, we are not .. He took my hand regardless..

Even though Hayden had only returned his greeting earlier. Then the man spoke to me again, as his eyes were now looking at me. "Well, have a nice day." Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand. My eyes had to bulge when he did that. Suddenly, I pulled my hand away from his hand. I felt like there was an electric shock when I felt the man's lips touching the skin of my hand. It felt very strange and something else. The man just smiled faintly at me. I looked at him questioningly, and I felt a bit of fear. Why did he dare to do that to me?

After some hesitation she gathered herself enough to extend a soft, neatly done manicured hand to his chest, trying to push him out of her personal space, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he held her hand and his gaze went from her eyes to her mouth. His wolf jumped at alert, and he said. “Kiss her!”

It was from Diego. Diego: Let’s talk after this meeting. Diego: Who was that man who kissed you on the hand? I rolled my eyes before replying. Me: And why do you care? I looked up to him, who was arching his eyebrow at his phone. He was also typing a message. Diego: So you freely let yourself be kissed by some men? Me: No. I just didn’t expect it. Some people kiss you by hand and cheek as a greeting. Foreigners do that, and you are a foreigner here, so better hide the gasoline and don’t start a fire.

I tried to explain, and he only sighed. “What did you talk about— why do I smell someone’s scent on you?” “I introduced myself and had to shake hands,” he dismissed everyone, and we were left alone walking back to the palace. “I could not understand why you have to hold his hand. You can introduce yourself without shaking his hand.” “For formality’s sake.” “I don’t recommend you shake hands with anyone when you are introducing yourself.” I nodded and was still amused by how he usually reacts to any interaction I make with anyone.