Novel & Cerita When A Man Kisses Your Hand

she hints and kisses his chin, hell that was as high as she could reach. Manuel blushes, a smiling growing in his face, “well then I have the perfect place..” he was so lucky she liked something he had such great access to. Looking down at her shocked for a bit, her lips touching his chin, it was cute. Noticing stares from his men he straightens up, lowing on one knee he kisses her hand, “I shall talk to my friend and discuss some things, I’ll be by tonight, about 9, if that’s ok.”

he exclaimed, taking hold of my hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Confusion washed over me as I tried to process the situation. What was happening? However, Aaron’s demeanor quickly changed. His voice turned menacing as he addressed the man. “Mr. Crimson,” he growled, “do you want me to cut your lips off right now?” Startled, the man immediately released my hand, his voice filled with apologies. “I’m so sorry for kissing the back of your wife’s hand. Please, enjoy your shopping!” he exclaimed, hastily retreating from our presence.

Della’s POV Feeling conscious, I immediately pulled my hand as I swallowed the formed lump in my throat. Calm down Della. You need this guy's help. This might just be his way of greeting people. Looking unfazed, Mr. K grabbed his glass again and offered me a toast. “To our future partnership.” I’m probably just overthinking it. It’s usual for others to give a kiss on the hand as a sign of respect or admiration. Agh! What was I even thinking about being moved by that?

His touch was warm, grounding, and then—without a word of warning—he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t a fleeting, gentle kiss meant to pacify the crowd. No, this was something else entirely. His lips claimed mine with a boldness that left no room for doubt. The world around us seemed to fade as his mouth moved against mine, slow and deliberate, his hand tilting my chin to deepen the kiss. His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, as if to shield me from the weight of everyone’s stares.

"Deal?" My eyes settled on his outstretched hand for a few seconds before I shook it. "Deal. I–" Suddenly, he brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. "It could be a lot more than just a kiss on the hand if you let me." He uttered with a low voice that sent a surge of electricity up my legs. I gulped. This little mission just got harder.

But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives? "Are you... thinking about hot gay dads too?" That must be it. But he takes my hand and places it on his dick instead of the balls, as he kisses me without giving an answer. Stroking him up and down, while his hands are busy with those stress balls again, I've decided returning his kisses are more important than figuring out the answer.

I could hear them praising and welcoming Alarick with open arms. "My... She is gorgeous. Just like you said, my boy," the man says in a deep voice as he comes in front of me and cups my face with both hands. He kisses both my cheeks and my forehead. His hands felt so warm and loving. They were strong, rigid, and insensitive but warm and welcoming. Just like Ricky's hands, except Ricky's were exceptional. They held me lovingly, making me feel wanted and protected.

"I am not, however, unappreciative." "I'm glad. Now go appreciate someone else." He nods slowly and I chuckle, watching him walk away. "Frenchmen kiss hands. They don't mean anything by it." "Bullshit. He's a guy, isn't he? He means something by it." "You'd know that from experience?" "Oh, yeah." Noah takes my hand himself. "Damn Frenchmen kiss everything they can. There's no telling where his lips have been." "Does that mean I should boil my hand to get rid of the germs?"

he gestured between us, "are inevitable. Eventually, you won't be able to fight our connection and spare my sister's feelings." I didn't know exactly what he meant by that, but I reached my hand out to shake his. "We can still be friends, okay?" "Yeah, friends...for now," he agreed with a warm smile, his strong fingers wrapping around mine. As he brought my hand to his lips, a gentle yet electrifying tingle surged up my arm, leaving me momentarily breathless. The soft, lingering kiss on my hand felt like a promise of something more, yet undefined.

There was something about him that made me uneasy though, like he knew he could charm people and liked using it. He stopped a few steps in front of me, smiling politely. “It’s an honor to meet you,” he said, reaching out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand in his. His grip was gentle, and I was just about to pull back when he lifted my hand toward his lips. I blinked in surprise, not expecting that at all. But before he could kiss the back of my hand, a loud growl filled the air. Kai.