And I swear, she tasted like the sun.
S. GregoryHis hands are on my back, in my hair, on my hips. His fingers move like I'm Braille, like he's trying to read me just by touching me.
Lara ZielinMots clés kissing
If kissing was a language I was sure we’d know it well. If it could measure the amount of love you felt for someone, our love was infinite after all. Even when we hugged I felt a special connection to him. It was in his loving embrace that I sought solace, where I found it, and where I would keep it. Our love was enchanting and magical, secretive and special. Overall, though, it was ours and we would treasure it.
Nadège RichardsMots clés love kissing special hugs
Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
J.K. RowlingMots clés kissing harry-potter-7 ron-and-hermione
Stupid kissing. Stupid roaming hands. Stupid boys.
Jessica ParkMots clés boys kissing stupid hands desire
Sam's eyes studied my lips and I studied hers. We each leaned in closer until our foreheads were touching. It felt like currents of electricity were running through the two of us, making me feel like I was going to melt from the intensity.
Keary TaylorShe shuddered. “What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.
Tammara WebberMots clés kissing gross funny-but-true laugh-out-loud
My first kiss as a single woman. It sent a tingle sprinting down my spine like a tingle panther.
Rosen TrevithickMots clés humor kissing humour tingle panthers tingle-panther
Her lips taste like mint from toothpaste or gum, or sometimes like cherries or grapes from her lip gloss. She's soft when I hold her, with curves where my hands rest, and when I touch her I think stupid caveman things like, mine and totally mine—oh yeah, and all mine.
Susan VaughtMots clés humor love kissing humour relationships funny relationship in-love being-in-love
Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long.
Susan VaughtMots clés love kissing desire in-love being-in-love
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