Novel & Cerita Hot French Kissing

He blurted before landing his lips on mine. Kurt held my arms up above my head, holding my wrist against the wall as I feel Kurt's kiss getting deeper. His tongue now on my tongue. I know he's gay but I feel the burning sensation inside my body. Holy Christ, Kurt is so good at french kissing. Plus, I haven't had sex for almost a year now and the alcohol is making me feel even more horny. "Oh god Kurt." I moaned on his mouth. "I think the alcohol is getting to me too Savannah." He says.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

“I think I’m… Oh, God, I’m going to come again. I’m going to—” Gabriel keeps at it, picking up speed until I’m once again riding the crest and rush of climax. Every muscle and bone are elastic, my exhaustion and stress melting away along with my worries. He rises with a smug grin on his lips. “Ready for more?” I throw my arms around his neck and nod. “How do I say kiss me in French?” “Embrasse-moi,” he says. “Embrasse-moi,” I repeat, smiling dopily.

He was hungry and hungry for her. The kiss deepened, igniting a passion that burned hot and fierce between them. Marisol's soft moans mingled with Cedric's low growls as they succumbed to the irresistible pull of desire, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

Making her body hot, very intense and fierce. "I love you!" She breath out unconsciously but could feel the overwhelming feeling deep within her. Zayn stilled, causing her to open her doe like eyes to look up at him. Not wasting a moment, he pressed a hot, gentle yet ferocious kiss with so much passion and emotions showed and pulled all in the kiss. The gentleness of the kiss and the softness emanated a moan from her. Like fireworks, it's deflagrating and fulminating inside her in harsh hotness but at the same time, like a plume is whispering to her.

"Happy anniversary, Mi esposa." For several seconds, Yohan and I locked eyes until he suddenly grabbed me and initiated a passionate and eager kiss. I held onto Yohan's hair as he quickly kissed me back. I slightly opened my mouth, and he swiftly slipped his tongue inside, exchanging saliva with me. While Yohan and I continued kissing, I felt his hands exploring various parts of my body. He touched my chest and gently squeezed it. "You're so fucking hot, Cosette." I smiled at his words and stood up to take off my lingering. I was left only in my high heels and stockings, which weren't a hindrance, and I looked even hotter in Yohan's eyes as I saw the sparkle in his eyes.

Only locals would know the location of that opening. The moment we are engulfed by the darkness of the alleyway, she pushes me against the wall. I feel that she wants me every bit as much as I want her. I inhale her perfume as she pins my head back against the rough stone and kisses me deeply. A French kiss in France. And it is some kiss. Her tongue searches out mine, her hands pull my head into her. I’m being consumed… deliciously so. “Fuck, I needed that.” She exhales.

It felt amazing—the sweet electric sensation I felt when our skin met. “I can't wait to feel your warmth, Mara…” She grabbed my butt and then landed a slap to the right one. I gasped, but a kiss silenced me. Her lips were warm and soft, unlike anything I have tasted before. “Please…” was the only word that left my lips. We kissed slow and deep, like she was memorizing my mouth. It was perfect, the best one I have ever had. Our kiss intensified with Serai all over me, eating and sucking my lips like the pro she was. This was real, deep French kissing. She sunk my tongue deep and messy, tasting every inch of my mouth.

Dominic had cursed wide eyed when he had seen Kai kissing me deep and good. Kai had made it a point to maintain steady eye contact with Dominic with a smirk as he kissed me, teasing the Vampire King further by making me moan even deeply. Ah ! What ?! It was not my fault !! Damn, he had intoxicating, hungry lips. They were the clear champions of French Kissing. “Like what you see, hot stuff ?” Kai had teasingly mindlinked the drooling royal through the common mate link. “Grrrrr,” Dominic had been only able to growl back in response. That meant he did like what he saw. Hehe. “You know that I do,” he had gritted out somehow.

His breath mingles with mine, warm and intoxicating, and then our lips meet—a tentative brush that ignites an inferno. The kiss is soft at first, a hesitant exploration that quickly deepens into something fervent and demanding. His mouth moves against mine with a hunger that sends waves of desire coursing through my body. I respond instinctively, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as I surrender to the heat that envelops us.