Hot French Kissing Novels & Stories

Slowly, she turns her head, her lips a mere breath from him. Her voice is sultry and hot as she whispers, “Nothing to be jealous of. You can give wet, sloppy French kisses to a different woman each night if you’d like. It’s no business of mine, Jackson.” She sounds as though she would like to believe that and is doing her damnedest to convince herself. But she was jealous, all right. And she called him by his name again as he instructed her to. She was a beguiling mix of submissive and strong, calling him out in one moment and giving in to him the next. And opening doors he was excited about. “Wet, sloppy French kisses? Mon Dieu, have you never been properly kissed?” She bristles tellingly.

She was hyper focused on his crotch, where she felt an unusually large, thick, hard bulge against her waist. She gasped, as her body moved to touch the black man. His lips quickly found hers and covered them in a hot, wet, French kiss. His lips were soft and full. They burned against her own. In a second, she realized what it was that she was not getting at home that she needed so very badly: passion.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

She slams her lips on mine, digging her hands in my hair. I pull away after the burning kiss. I press her hard on the door and lift her, standing between her legs. "This is not fùcking." I whisper in her ear as I make a hard hot entrance. "This is not fùcking." She whispers as she grabs my butt, pushing the whole of me inside her. After all the stroking and salivating and moaning and cussing, we finally climax. We stay in a hot embrace for a minute before breaking apart.

"His kiss was demanding , aggressive . Abhimanyu slammed his lips furiously to her . His lips were so soft and warm , sending new waves of electric shocks across her body" Taapur's mind stopped working and her mouths were wide Opened , catching to air , eyes popped out . She gawked at the video , witnessing her own first hot Passionate kiss with her own wide eyes She felt hot and remembered how Abhimanyu began to wiggle his tongue in her mouth . She watched his hands began to roamed freely from her hair , down to her back , then to her butt , pulling her more towards his toned chest . Her soft bosoms pressed against his muscular chest making him moaned softly .

Brittany moaned into his mouth, as he pulled her towards him, and attacked her neck. This kiss...was so intense. So deep and passionate. So raw. Full of a burning passion. So sexy. Brittany felt the wet heat pool at her lower lips. She had never felt like this before. Like she might explode at any moment. Hugo's hands traveled down her back and grasped her firm ass. He squeezed Brittany's bottom and pulled her towards him so that their lower regions would meet.

I asked, annoyed. "I can't breathe" She complained. She wasn't lying when she said she hadn't kissed anyone before. "It's French kissing. Breathe through your nose" Covering her lips again, I slid my tongue into her mouth, kissing her gently until she caught up with my movements, synchronizing her lips with mine. Her lips were soft and warm, so sweet. I could kiss her all night. I opened my eyes. I was going crazy, and I needed her badly. My hands reached out for the towel and I loosened it, revealing her perky breast, I could feel my pants tighten.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

She jumped when I began to enter my tongue and I laughed at her cute reaction. "When we kiss after the passionate kiss we start french kiss which is the tongue." She looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Just trust me and open your mouth." she took a second as she went back to kissing me. I gave her time when I went back in with my tongue. She opened her mouth and I entered her mouth.