Marichat Kissing Novels & Stories

Charlotte broke into laughter, then she kissed his lips and said, “Is it really that way? Toughen up? I’m sure you can put it up with it.” “But I don’t want to,” Darren complained. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. Her lips were supple and sweet to taste. Just being able to kiss her like this, drove him crazy. Moments later, they arrived at Charlotte’s villa. Her swollen lips made her lips more charming than wearing lipstick. She covered her lips, looking at his eyes. And it made his heart almost melt. “Anywhere. I’m heading home,” she exclaimed. “Right,” Darren answered.

Maria shivered, but stayed put. I rose too, my heart pounding. Elena leaned in, kissing Maria's neck softly. Maria gasped, tilting her head to expose more skin. That's when I knew we were crossing the line. I stepped closer, cupping Maria's face and pulling her into a deep kiss. Her lips parted eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine as Elena's hands slid under Maria's blouse, squeezing her full D-cup breasts.

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.

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.

They both engaged in a chitchat as they neared the counter for some Vodka, and rum. Charlotte’s smile faltered and her eyes went wide as the sight before her left her speechless. Her heart became heavy with emotions. Standing before her was her dearest Oliver, having a French Kiss with Paige, one of Hilary’s friend. They engaged in a torrid kiss, and she moaned as he nuzzled her and grabbed her ass with his hands. What hurts the most was that he's never kissed her in such manner before …

Charlotte responded right before my lips touched Jasmine. Jasmine immediately moaned into my mouth, the way she used to. The way it used to make my knees weak, now made my stomach turn. I had to sell it. Deeping the kiss, Charlotte was the only thing on my mind. Jasmine tasted wrong, it was messy and just wasn’t quite right. “YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! THIS BUUURRRNNSS!!” Charlotte was screaming in my head as I felt her pain. It was weird, my lips were burning horribly as I kept kissing Jasmine.

*BENNETT* Charlotte stared at me,surprised. “What is it?” How do I tell my Fiancée that it feels wrong kissing her? How do I tell my Fiancée that it seemed my mind and body has been programmed to kiss only one woman? It should be the opposite. It should feel wrong thinking of Maliyah. But instead,everything feels wrong with Charlotte. I am officially losing it! “I…I just have a lot going on right now.”

He kept his movements steady, controlled. No one said anything. Maria leaned forward first. She smelled faintly like vanilla and laundry detergent. Charlie leaned in just enough to meet her halfway. The kiss was brief. Barely a kiss at all, really. More like a soft brush of lips that lasted half a second too long for it to be nothing and not long enough for it to be something. Someone cheered and whistled. Maria pulled back, cheeks flushed, smiling shyly. “Okay. That was… not terrible.”

Chad whispered, his warm breath fanning her face. She didn't know how to answer his question, so she just stared at him. Her eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. It was as if she were dying to kiss him. Of course, Chad noticed and questioned her... "Can I kiss you?" Marlie, who has become a woman with desire, couldn't help but nod in agreement. With her confirmation, Chad didn't wait a second before he lowered his lips and claimed hers in a slow, passionate kiss. Marlie didn't find his kiss repulsive. On the contrary, she liked it, she loved it, and she enjoyed it. She wanted more of him, so she opened her mouth slightly to allow him access.

"Well, you certainly are mature in every sense." "Really?" She teased, giving him a playful smile, biting her lip as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She stood on her tiptoes, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Marco parted his mouth as their tongues entwined, leading to an electrifying kiss. Patricia leaped onto him, and he carried her to the bed. They broke apart, both panting and breathless, smiles on their faces as they locked eyes.