Novel & Cerita Why Do We Close Our Eyes When We Kiss

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

This unexpected kiss caught me off guard, and I widened my eyes, stunned by Alen's actions. After gently kissing my lips, Alen seemed unsatisfied. He embraced me tightly, saying "close your eyes," to which I subconsciously complied. The next moment, I felt Alen's lips against mine once more, but this time, his tongue entered my mouth. Alen's movements were passionate and intense, as he deepened the kiss. My mind went blank, and any thoughts of resistance vanished completely...

I let her do it. My eyes stay open as I watch her kissing me softly. Her eyes are closed and she is enjoying the moment. A small breath leaves my lips as I part them and let her tongue enter my mouth while fluttering my eyes closed. It shoves inside desperately and it makes me smile against her lips.

Then she closed her eyes as she slowly eased the tip in, gasping. She opened her eyes, and we locked eyes intimately. At that moment, we stopped breathing.

It was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. I edged closer to her. She edged closer to me. It was as if our bodies were moving on their own. I knew what I was doing but I was powerless to stop it. Our lips were just an inch apart. Her breath touched my face. Just a little bit more. I could almost taste her lips as they parted, giving me the access I needed. Her eyes closed. I still couldn't understand why most people closed their eyes when they kissed. It didn't make sense.

It was a sight that took my breath away, reminding me of the depth of the connection we shared. As our eyes locked, I could see the raw passion and desire reflected in his gaze. It was a silent invitation, a longing for our souls to intertwine in an embrace that transcended the physical realm. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, our lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss.

"Hold your hair back from your face and close your eyes." She caught her breath when my fingers touched her face, and she tilted her chin up. I carefully covered her face and neck making sure to get her ears and the top of her cheeks. She looked so damned pretty, I forgot myself and pressed my lips to hers. She jerked away for a moment, then leaned back into me, letting me kiss her, her eyes held tightly shut. It was a soft tender kiss, my tongue barely outlining her lips. Her mouth opened slightly, and our tongues met briefly. "We should get some chap-stick on your lips, gorgeous."

I explained, averting my gaze, unsure of how to meet his eyes. Without warning, Evan enveloped me in a tight embrace, catching me off guard. "I couldn't wait to do this," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and anticipation. Momentarily taken aback, I hesitated, feeling the absence of any other presence around us. "But there's no one here. Why are you..." I began to whisper, my words trailing off as his lips met mine, silencing my inquiries. The kiss, electrifying and intense, left me bewildered as I tried to comprehend the motives behind his actions. "Can you keep your eyes closed when we're kissing?" he requested, his words infused with a desire that stirred something de

I closed my eyes, savoring the kiss. As we were lost in the moment, the office door suddenly swung open.

She wanted to stand by him then his voice came up. "My lips." "What?" "Yes, is my lips not part of my face?" "Fine, you should close your eyes." "Do you want to kiss me?" "Idiot, why will I kiss you?" Whitney hit his chest. "But you said I should close my eyes." "So if it's a kiss, you close your eyes?" Gregory nodded. "Then you should open your eyes, it's not a kiss but a peck." In a second, she wiped Gregory's lips and pecked them, it was fast but Gregory was no longer himself, his eyes were filled with pleasure, and Whitney was no longer comfortable with the look of Gregory.