When You Kissed Me Novels & Stories

That day, Kiera gave me the very first kiss of my life. It was a moment I had longed for, and as her lips met mine, time seemed to stand still. The softness of her touch and the warmth of her embrace left an indelible mark on my heart, forever etching that day into my memory.

And then, in an instant that felt like eternity, his lips met mine in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. The sensation of his kiss was electric, sending a rush of emotions through me like a cascading waterfall. The taste of his desire was both intoxicating and reassuring, intertwining with my own feelings in a dance of passion and vulnerability. It was a kiss that spoke of shared dreams and unspoken promises, a bridge between two souls that had found solace in each other's embrace.

“Kiss me.” I did not have to be told twice. My lips met hers, and it was like the Fourth of July. Fucking fireworks and everything. Her lips tasted so sweet. My hand tangled in her hair as I begged for entrance. She granted it without hesitation, and I tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

I could feel the anticipation in the air as I whispered softly, "Kiss me, Bas." Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine. Our kisses deepened, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance, exploring every part of each other’s mouths. I was intoxicated by his kisses, lost in the moment, craving more of him. Memories of our time in the orphanage flooded back, igniting a sense of longing and desire deep within me. “Ugghhh, I want you,” Bas groaned between kisses, his desire evident in the intensity of his touch. He gently pressed me against the wall, his hands exploring my body with urgency.

Liam was actually kissing me. My heart nearly exploded in my chest. I froze, shocked by his sudden move, but within seconds, I melted into the kiss. I couldn’t stop myself—I honestly didn’t want to. I crossed my arms behind his neck and kissed him back, tasting the warmth of his lips. It was soft, slow, and sweet… like we had both waited forever for this moment.

I'll choose kissing her over pranks any day. We stop by Derrick and Camden's locker first and it's at the tip of my tongue to warn them about Rain's prank but I keep my mouth shut. If I'm going to sleep with her, I should start being nice to her. Should I recorded this and send to her as a gesture of good will? I chuckle to myself. Am I really ready to shove my friends under the bus for a chance at pussy? Who am I? Rain and a girl that's dating one of her stoner friends enter the hallway and they try to pretend they're not watching us. Rain's eyes don't meet mine. She's looking everywhere but at me. Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss.

He whispers and kisses me… THE END

“You can't kiss me.” “Tou

I am yours. His words trigger a shiver of pure pleasure. I smile, lean in to kiss him again, intensifying the contact, letting my lips graze his ears, his neck, his shoulders. I play with his reactions, modulating the rhythm and depth of my movements, observing his shivers, his sighs, his gasping breaths.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.