He lifted me up, and pressed me against the wall, letting the hard, bulge of his erection rock against that tender ache of need between my legs as he kissed me. He held me tighter as I moved over him until he was positioned right where I needed him to be, and then moving again.
I pulled him closer, forgetting completely to be embarrassed about it. His lips felt amazing. Now he was caressing my breasts, circling my nipples through the lace of my bra. I writhed against him, holding tighter.
And I finally exploded into pure bliss. Endless pulsing waves of it rushing through her. Sweet pleasure beyond anything I’d ever felt or even imagined.
I came back to myself slowly, feeling so limp and soft, I could barely breathe. I was still pressed to the wall, pinned by his body. My face resting against his big chest and my legs were still wound around his.
I lifted her head. My face was burning.
He nuzzled my ear, kissing my throat. Slow, soothing, seductive kisses that promised more, more and more. As much as I could take. For as long as I wanted.
It was happening again. A part of me didn’t care about consequences. I just wanted more of that delicious, wonderful-smelling man who was ravishing my whole body with slow, enthralling skill.
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23 Kissing Stories
Short StoryThis is a set of 23 short stories having a kiss as a main character. There are different kinds of kisses for different circumstances. A kiss is the most intimate form of love that can exist in all eternity. The touch of someone's lips over yours ca...
