The French Kiss Book Novels & Stories

He enunciated each word deliberately: "Would Mrs. Carter consider an alternative form of exercise?" Curiosity piqued, I asked, "What kind of exercise?" His lips curved into that dangerous smile that always made my stomach flip, dark eyes gleaming with mischief as his hand slipped underwater to find my waist. "Research shows that thirty minutes of French kissing burns the same calories as a 3.6-mile walk." Before I could process his words, his mouth descended on mine, capturing my lips with practiced expertise. His kiss was possessive yet playful, his tongue skilled and thorough as it explored my mouth with intimate familiarity.

He asked himself as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth as he engaged her in a French kiss. Her breath hitched momentarily, and although she wanted to resist this, she ended up giving him a signal about how much she desperately wanted this. Her heart was yearning for him, she wanted more than just a kiss, but she wasn't ready to give him a chance to be in her life because of her insecurities.

Harper picked my face up and he turned it toward his face. He leaned down and I leaned up as we once again locked into a kiss. My hand was still pulling at his cock as we kissed deeply. My body was on fire as I shoved my tongue back into his mouth. Harper’s tongue flicked wildly at mine as it entered his mouth. We French kissed as I jacked his cock with my hand. I broke our kiss as I wanted my mouth around that cock of his. But as I broke our kiss Harper wrapped one of his big strong arms around me and he pulled me back up so we were face to face again. I looked into those lovely blues eyes of his.

We kissed. For the first time, Lisa's soft, plump lips met mine. Her mouth opened, as did mine, our tongues quickly and feverishly meeting in a deep, filthy French kiss, easily the lustiest kiss I had ever taken part of. Her tongue worked circles around mine and I tried to keep up, my taken mouth kissing her slutty one. She finally pulled away from me, spit stretching between our lips as she leaned back and let out a laugh. "HAHA! Yes!" Lisa laughed out, resuming bouncing on my needy c*ck as I held her leaning body, supporting her.

His tongue grazes mine and he just tastes so good. Alexi slides one hand under my hair and angles my face to him so he can push against my tongue with his and deepens the kiss he gives me. Making love to my mouth and tangles us up together in a way that ignites every single piece of fire I possess; Mouths opening to accommodate the kind of French kissing that melts your body into liquid ecstasy. We cannot get close enough. There’s a raw hunger being let loose in an unbridled fashion as our fire builds and the kiss sets a crazy need alight - one that consumes me. I want him.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I tried, futilely, to break free from the intoxicating spell he had so deftly woven around me. His fingers, nimble and knowing, began to caress my inner thigh through the slit of my dress. His touch was gentle yet sensual, which moved deeper and deeper, igniting a fire inside me but I lost all rationality when he started to toy with my clitoris, eliciting a soft moan that died on my lips as his mouth descended, claiming mine in a sudden, possessive kiss.

After a while, Chloe got one foot distant from Paul and said: "What the heck, it is just one kiss, I might never see you again." So she got close to Paul again putting her lips over his, giving him a sweet tender kiss, then backed away. Paul pulled her back to him, wanting to show her what a real kiss looks like. So he opened his mouth, holding Chloe's cheeks with his hand, making her open her mouth as well, and he stuck his tongue inside her mouth and gave her a long passionate French kiss. Chloe didn't try to pull away, instead, she kissed him back with the same passion, feeling a weird warmth holding her entire body.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.