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“It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.”
― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

“I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

“It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she'd wanted to do since the first time she'd seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings”
― Cassandra Clare

“I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“That was my first kiss," she said. "My first real one."
He brought his head close, resting his forehead on hers. Blond waves fell around her face, soft against her cheeks. His chest rose and fell as he drew in a breath. "Felt like the first real one for me, too.”
― Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky

“At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense.”
― Hermann Hesse

“Then he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and then that one kiss you, when it didn't mean a thing. But it was wonderful when Joe Willard kissed her. And it did mean a thing.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy and Joe

“The secret is,â€� I say, whispering right into his ear, “that yours was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.â€�
“But I’ve never kissed you,� he whispers back. Around us the rain sounds like falling glass. “Not since third grade, anyway.�
I smile, but I’m not sure if he can see it.
“Better get started, then,â€� I say, “because I don’t have much time.”
― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

“Why?" He asked. " because it was the closest I could get to doing this."
He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills ran over my skin, and fire burnt inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric.
But perhaps the best part of all that was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.
And it was glorious.
At least, it was until I started thinking again.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“A first kiss after five months means more than a first kiss after five minutes.”
― Steve Kluger, My Most Excellent Year

“Can I..." He stopped and his jaw flexed. "Can I kiss you?"
I didn't answer, and he didn't wait for me to. His hands caught me gently behind the neck and he pressed his mouth to mine, softly but firmly. Then he moved one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.”
― Liz Reinhardt, Double Clutch

“Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life passing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lips. The whole world might have turned upside down! The others disappeared; there she was alone with Sally. And she felt that she had been given a present, wrapped up, and told just to keep it, not to look at it â€� a diamond, something infinitely precious, wrapped up, which, as they walked (up and down, up and down), she uncovered, or the radiance burnt through, the revelation, the religious feeling!”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Not that kind of cheating," Mags said. "More like...skipping ahead. If you like someone, you should have to make an effort. You should have to get to know the person--you should have to work for that first kiss.”
― Rainbow Rowell, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories

“Eccolo!â€� he exclaimed.

At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end.

“Courage!� cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. “Courage and love.�

She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.

Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.

George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed herâ€�”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

“I wanted to preserve this moment, this slice of time when the night was cool and bright with reflected moonlight and the possibility of a kiss hung between us, full of unspent promise. Every event in my life after this would be different because I would have been kissed.”
― Alex Flinn, Bewitching

“It's stillness and pressure and rhythm and breathing.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“You’re the mayfly,' he murmurs.
And then Evan Walker kisses me.
Holding my hand across his chest, his other hand sliding across my neck, his touch feathery soft, sending a shiver that travels down my spine into my legs, which are having a hard time keeping me upright. I can feel his heart slamming against my palm and I can smell his breath and feel the stubble on his upper lip, a sandpapery contrast to the softness of his lips, and Evan is looking at me and I’m looking back at him.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“Then something happened in the next two seconds, but neither Lex nor Driggs would be able to recall exactly what. All they knew was that after it was over, their eyes met once again, this time in horror.
“Why did you just kiss my ear?� Lex asked nervously.
Driggs winced. “Because you turned your head.�
“I thought that tree . .  . moved.�
“O³ó.â€�
Another moment of silence.
Driggs bit his lip. “Do you mind if I try again?�
She swallowed. “Okay.�
Then something else happened, and this time both Lex and Driggs would remember exactly what it was.”
― Gina Damico, Croak

“A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.”
― Carmen DeSousa

“Do you remember our first kiss? I do. Not a day goes by I don’t think of the feel of that bicuspid against my tongue. It had such a distinctive feel, neither cuspid nor molar…but I’m not sure it knew that â€� that was what endeared it to me so. It was like the blunted tusk of a wild boar.”
― Benson Bruno, A Story that Talks About Talking is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures can Attest to the Fact that No . . .

“She wished she could explore his body and inspect him. Learn him and memorize him. That way she'd know what to miss when he was gone. Sam was heartbreakingly, hauntingly beautiful. It made her heart hurt. This couldn't end well.”
― Mary H.K. Choi, Emergency Contact

“That first loving kiss, the one that comes out of you from the source of your personal river, and the one that comes from her that is the same, there's never another moment like it; never another flame that burns so hot. It can never be that good again, ever. All manner of goodness can come after, but it's different. And that's a good thing, because if we burned that hot for too long, we'd be nothing but ash.”
― Joe R. Lansdale, Paradise Sky

“He laughed and was about to retort when she grabbed his collar and pulled him into her. She clamped her lips around his mouth and mashed her face into his. He took a step back in surprise and she went with him, stepping in a patch of wet floor. Her legs went out from under her and flailed as she fell, whacking him in the throat on the way down. She looked up at him as he gagged and coughed, and from across the corridor she could hear Tanith laughing hysterically. "I think I need practice," Valkyrie muttered.”
― Derek Landy, Dark Days

“That's when Poppy kissed me. I didn't have time to get ready. She just kissed me there and then, right on the lips. It felt lovely. I wasn't even scared this time. It was warm and not too wet. I didn't get any tongue. Her breath smelled like Orange Tic Tacs.”
― Stephen Kelman, Pigeon English

“He shook her. "Listen to me!"
She looked him in the eye and said very gently, "No."
And his fear and frustration and longing, and all that he'd kept so carefully tamped down deep inside himself, simply exploded.
He pulled her roughly into his arms and bent his head to devour her lips. She was sweet and soft, and her taste was like balm for his wounded soul. He opened her mouth with his tongue, thrusting inside almost desperately, as if her depths held all the secrets he needed to sustain life. She moaned low in her throat, so softly he felt more than heard it, a tremor against his lips, and he moved his hand to her jaw so that he might press his thumb against the pulse of her throat and understand the emotions that swept through her.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess

“His lips brush mine, and then I'm the one surging forward, meeting his mouth. Or maybe we move together. All I know is that we're kissing as if it's sweetly painful, like we've waited so long it's almost too much to bear. And it's so good. So very good, the feel of his mouth flowing over mine, learning the shape of me as I learn the shape of him.
He makes a noise deep in his throat, a protracted groan, a needy request for more. Liquid heat pours over me, my mouth opening to his. He tilts his head, his tongue sliding in for the first taste, and I slowly break apart beneath him, my mind going hazy, my body on fire. God, I need more. I need everything.
There's no more hesitation. No more careful touches of tongue to tongue, lips softly questing. Just base hunger. Macon kisses me as if he's parched, his jaw wide, tongue thrusting deep, so deep. I arch against him, held down by his chest, his fingers grasping my hair. That small bite of pain drives me frantic, kicks my lust up.
We become hot breaths, nips, licks, small wordless sounds. He's surging against me, hard cock moving over my sex, grinding into the tender swell of my clit. And I wrap my leg around his hips, wanting more. The action shifts our positions, and the thick crown of his cock notches against my opening. It feels so damn good I moan into his mouth, my hips pushing up on him.
He shudders, suckling the plump crest of my bottom lip, and rocks into me--- only the barrier of his sweats and my bikini keeping him from entering. But it's enough. Enough that I feel that fat head pushing and nudging there but leaving me unfilled, empty.
My muscles clench sweetly, wanting relief, needing more. I slide the flat of my tongue against his, whimpering, undulating against him. He groans long and pained, his whole body moving with his stunted thrusts. We're going at it like sweaty teens, dry fucking each other in the sand. And I don't care. I want his clothes off. I want mine gone.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“Silence stretched between us with little else to say. Her eyes fell from mine, moving to the side. "Fuck it," she said suddenly, reaching up and all but demanding I lean down to meet her as she grabbed my arms and tugged. I let it happen, and after a heartbeat of shared, heated breath, we kissed.
The taste of her, the close proximity that filled me with that fucking vanilla shampoo and fading sandalwood and whatever the hell it was that made her smell so nostalgic, brought a low sound of satisfaction from my chest. So, so satisfying after teasing each other for two weeks. I moved my arms to hold the small of her back and stop her from bumping into the sharp corner of the counter beside us when I deepened the kiss. She met my tongue with a needy moan that shot straight through my heart, then south.
We pulled back at the same time, coming up for air and some answers. I stared at her as she caught her breath for a second, then grinned like the minx that she was.
"I knew you'd be good at that."
That fucking witch. "Want to tell me what that was about?"
She gave me a half-shrug and avoided my gaze with a smile.
"Our time together is almost up, I needed to get that out of my system since we've both been dancing around it for the past two weeks.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“El primer beso, su onda expansiva, excitación y laxitud, el primer beso que siempre es más erótico que todo lo que venga después, la piedra sobre la que se levantará la torre del deseo, ese primer beso que además era un beso secreto, prohibido.”
― Isaac Rosa, Feliz final

“Then his mouth was on hers, and the entire moment froze, stilling like the fading of a breeze and then warming like a sunshine, turning sweeter by a dusting of new sugar and igniting corners of her soul that had never existed until just then. Numb toes became flaming toes that arched up, cold fingers became latching fingers that anchored her, and a shaking jaw and chest burst into sunlight with glorious brilliance.
Or something equally poetic.”
― Rebecca Connolly, The Crime Brûlée Bake Off