Kiss Her Hand Novelas e Histórias

"Kiss me again, and this time- She took his hand, which was still on her lap, into her black skirt. Lewis widened his eyes. "Do it right. It's been 37 years" She completed and let a moan when she felt his hands going down into her. She went back to his lips, kissing him affectionately while her hands caress his smooth fair cheeks.

I wanted this kiss to convey all the love and tenderness I felt for her, to show her that I was ready to give my all and be there for her in every way possible. I heard Kiera moan in pleasure as her tongue penetrated her mouth. Her moan gives me confidence; at least I am doing that to give Kiera pleasure and make her feel desired. I can feel the electricity between us as our lips move in sync, and it's a beautiful reminder of the deep connection we share. As our kiss intensified, I moved my hands on her, caressing her hair, my hands digging deep into her dark mane, with my other hand moving beneath her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her back.

I brought out my hand and she took it. Hand in hand I walked her down. I raised her hand to my lips and placed a kiss to the tip of her knuckles. "Hermosa diosa" (spanish) Beautiful goddess I looked up to see her face a bright red and I smiled regaining my posture "Shall we" She looked flustered as she only nodded. Gosh if only she knew what she does to me If we didn't have to go I would have taken her right here and right now

I dropped the hose. I kissed her soft lips gently, and she came right there in the waning sun. I pulled her close to me, keeping my hand where it was. She came quietly as we kissed, just little gasps into my mouth. I pressed harder, fully grasping her mons and clit in the palm of my hand. I kissed her harder and she came again, this time moaning loudly. She squirmed away from my hand. “Too sensitive,” she told me. “You better call your hotel. Tell ‘em you got a ride back.”

“I want more.” Her hands threaded through my long brown hair, pulling me to her for a rough kiss. My hand gently threaded up around her throat, marvelling at the softness of her skin, the thunder of her pulse. She paused, then like a vixen she used my kiss to roll me over.

She applied gentle pressure into her fingers and massaged his neck, shoulders, and head. He felt relieved and relaxed. Her hands were on his shoulders when he held one of her hands in his and placed it on his lips. He kissed it gently. He opened her hand and kissed her palm several times. He then moved up to her fingers and kissed the tips one by one gently and slowly. He turned her hand around and peppered kisses on the back of her hand. She watched him caressing her hand like it was the world's most delicate flower as if he was trying to love her without words.

Kiss her? Kissing wins. My hands move to rest on her shoulders and keep her where I need her. My head dips. She nervously licks her lips. My breath hitches when I finally taste her by running my tongue across her lips. She was taste-testing frosting too. So damn sweet. I pull her closer and she sinks into me. Goddess, her taste. Energy zings along my nerves until the energy finds home. Home is my cock and that's how damn good she tastes.

With a smile, she explained, “I once told myself that I shall kiss the hands of the man who will win my heart. It will be the sign of my deep affection, my devotion towards him.” I cleared my throat. “And who is this man that you speak of? Is he the one whom you mentioned before? The one where your heart is already set on?” I asked. My heart raced even more as we continued this conversation. Slowly, she laid a kiss on both my hands. She caressed the spots that she kissed before she looked back at me. “The one whose hands I just kissed.” Everything came to a screeching halt. “Me?” It was the only response I could utter as I held back my tears. My mind panicked as I tried to process what she j

If I'm dying tonight, I'll die knowing that I just had the most amazing kiss on the planet. It's made even better when she melts into me. Her hands go to my sides. I slide my hand into her curls and tangle my fingers into them. My other hand holding the soft skin of her cheek. She grips my shirt and lets out a quiet moan on my lips. My hands slide down her body. I grab her ass and pick her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

Tears welled up at the corner of her eyes, unable to keep up with his pace. As Kieran pulled away from her, she stared at him with reddened eyes full of complaints. How can that be the first kiss between them? Who kisses like that? But giving her a chance to speak again, Kieran shifted his hand without to place it at the back of her head. His possessiveness and ferocity was well-expressed in the kiss. Kieran’s hand tangled in her hair, asserting his sign of dominance. Unable to keep up with the rhythm, Serenity let Kieran take control as she laid in his hand like a rag doll.