Marichat Kiss Novels & Stories

Mariana's laughter upon hearing my question caught me completely off guard, and I felt deeply offended. "No!?" she asked, horrified. "Don't be silly, Ethan," she said, shattering my heart. "I love you very much. I would never be with someone I don't love, and I've never loved anyone before you." It was Mariana's turn to hold me tightly in her embrace, and then, delicately holding my face in her hands, she kissed me. But it wasn't a kiss full of passion and lust, like ours usually were. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and love, making me feel secure in her feelings.

“The optics are perfect, the feedback will be insane –media buzz, public approval…Marie, this is gold.” I closed my eyes in controlled frustration. “Can we reschedule it?” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. “You mean reschedule the kiss?” “Yes,” I said carefully. “The best kisses happen naturally. The forced ones always look fake.” There was another pause, then Charlie sighed knowingly. “Does this have anything to do with the empty bottle of Château Margaux I saw on your bed this morning?” I opened my eyes sharply. I didn't even know the name of the wine I drank. “You noticed that?”

I couldn't even let her finish her words, I shut her up with a kiss on her lips as she accepted my tongue in her mouth, we continued kissing for minutes, savouring each other's lips. "You know I've waited for over ten minutes and you're here having fun time with Farrell... I can't wait for you to sign those papers you surely would be distracted from all these" Mariah broke our kiss as Ira adjusted her top and stood beside Mariah. "What are you saying?"

Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory. Marianne, caught between the conflicting emotions of love and acceptance, allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of the kiss. She could feel the warmth of his touch, the tenderness that contradicted the harsh reality of their circumstances. Her fingers traced the contours of his face, a silent acknowledgment of the shared pain they were experiencing. As the kiss deepened, time seemed to slow down. Each fleeting second was a precious stolen moment, a farewell woven with unspoken promises. The room around them faded away, leaving only the echo of their heartbeats in the q

He reached behind and seized her by the waist, grabbing her chin with the other hand, he kissed her ferociously. Mariam eyes widened in shock, her body went stiff, her hands remained by her side and for a brief moment she didn't respond to the kiss. They shouldn't be doing this and she should push him away immediately but she didn't, it felt so right, it felt so good so she kissed back closing her eyes and melting into the kiss. She arched her back so that her chest pressed into his and slowly brought her hand to his chest to hold on to his shirt and pull herself closer to him.

"You will keep your promise, won't you? If you get tired, then I can go home." "I keep my promise. Now close your eyes. If you don't close them, the feeling for anyone is like it's not real, it's just a reflection, then it's like this." Denis looked down again, and he also supported the back of Marra's head as the girl looked up, struggling to keep up with how tall Denis was. "If I suck on your lower lip, then you suck on my upper lip. Just take it slow. You're very good at adapting, aren't you?" "Hm." After only a few seconds, Marra made her move. She pushed Denis away until their kiss broke. "You, the smell of cigarettes."

"I need an answer from you, Katleah. Will you be my wife? Are you ready to spend the rest of your life with me? " "Yes. I will marry you, Marco," Katleah stammered and nervously answered. When he heard the girl's response, Marco's face lit up. He was happy because he would finally marry the woman he desired. Marco kissed her on the lips unexpectedly. When Katleah kissed back, the simple act escalated into something much more passionate and bewildering. When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, that's when the kiss ended. They embraced one another for an extended time and felt each heartbeat their hearts desired to express. They returned to the pool after a few minutes, laughing an

Was she trying to hide? I find myself drawn to her; my lips just inches from her luscious ones. I so badly want to run my thumb over her plump lips. It felt as though something was pulling me towards her. The distance decreases the longer I hold her under me. She must feel the pull to me as well, as I don't feel her struggle underneath me. I close the distance between us until my lips caress hers. I feel a fire light up within me as our lips dance together. No woman has ever made me feel like this before. I don't even know her name, yet she already has me by my balls. This kiss was electric. I couldn't explain the effect she had on me. I've never been one to get a girl to submit by kissing h

The room seemed to hold its breath, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them, lost in this moment of connection. Victor's hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, his touch possessive yet tender. Martha melted into him, her body molding to his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss was slow, a dance of tongues and teeth, a battle of wills and desires. It was a kiss that promised passion, that teased at the depths of their connection, that left her breathless and aching for more.

“Two—” “No, I don’t want you to leave me alone,” she admitted finally. Triumph raced through me. I kissed her, groaning into her mouth. She tasted like cherries and summertime. I licked inside her mouth, wishing I could kiss her in other places—her breasts, her belly; her pussy, the cleft of her ass. I’d even suck on her toes if she’d let me, I was that far gone, and I wasn’t exactly into feet. But Mari had pretty feet; she had pretty everything. It was intoxicating.