When He Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

he said "I will accept only if you are comfortable" I smiled and kissed him on his forehead i asked "why you are always asking me for a kiss on forehead" he said "because I love that kiss" I smiled he cupped my cheeks and landed his lips on mine I melted in his tasted he is sucking my lips his hand is on my waist he is pressing my waist I don't know what kind of feel it is he bited my lips I opened my mouth his tongue entered into my mouth and exploring

I nodded my head. He kissed my forehead, and I don't know what it is about forehead kisses, but there's something special about them. That seems to be coming from a place of sincerity, and how it was said gives me the sensation that someone loves me. His kisses went all the way down to my neck and cheeks, and lips. I let out a low groan every time he repressed his face against the back of my neck, and I could hear him gasping for air. The fact that he spent the entire interaction with his eyes closed made it quite evident that he did not intend this to be carried out in conjunction with me. I cringed and grabbed the pillow for support when he licked my cleavage . . .

I'm not asking you to kiss me, Lord! She had said this last sentence, taking his hand as if to start the circus. He sighed and glared at her before arranging an imaginary lock in front of his eyes and then he kissed her forehead... This Simple gesture caused an intense shiver in her... His lips were so soft on her forehead and his scent. .. He was so close to her... She felt her mind blur as their irises met...

I closed my eyes as he kissed my forehead. “I told you so, baby.”

“Promise?” He kissed my forehead. “Promise.” I closed my eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.

"Thank you." He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger, and the simple act shredded her heart. Whereas a peck on the cheek could be informal, construed as a greeting or dismissal, a kiss on the forehead relayed so much more. To her, it meant deep intimacy, told a story. It said you're mine and I care, while hinting at protection and fondness. Throat unbearably tight, she closed her eyes, needing to lighten the mood. "This wouldn't be a ploy for round two, would it? You don't need compliments. Just ask." She smiled at him, but he stiffened.

she murmurs, looking behind to check I do not know who. I just put a hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her forehead. She seems to get surprised as I see her eyes widening and her lips parting. What? Kissing the forehead is a simple thing. She can't retort as I have not taken her mouth for a needy kiss. Aye, Zahir, what are you even thinking? “Take care, okay?” I whisper, my breath fanning her forehead. She nods. “Okay.” The answer comes like she is lost in her own thinking but still has heard me clearly. I hope that too.

He kissed my forehead rubbing his fingers on my back. He heard me!

"With a kiss on the forehead." His eyebrow furrowed in confusion. I knew that he was a bit taken back that I was asking a stranger to kiss me on my forehead, but I just had no choice since I had to take any chance that I could take to make physical contact with him. I have to retrieve my essence back! "Did I hear that right? You said to kiss you?" I nodded. "That's odd. Don't we have a great hearing? why can't you understand, I didn't even whisper?"

I wish I weren't so sick right now; I'd rather be several feet away from him instead of being so close. "It's perfectly fine, Karen. I just want you to get better—my friend, to be well," he whispered. I felt him gently kiss my forehead, and he stroked my hair. His friend—As he kisses my forehead, I don't know how I feel about that, but whatever he's doing to my hair feels relaxing. I'm going to pass out again if he keeps going. He hummed the tune, stroking my hair as I fell asleep.