Novel & Cerita The French Kiss Book

He wanted to be even closer. He stopped to look at my lips. My eyes were dazed from the simple kiss. I opened them briefly before closing them again as he kissed me again. This time, he kissed me differently. Something I didn't think we could do in front of all these people. It was a French kiss, with his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth! His hand on my side almost lifted my skirt, and I didn't care. My thoughts, sadness, and doubts were all gone. Everything was in a blank state. All I could think about was his touch and the kisses that kept coming.

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.

A french kiss where my mouth and his cock fights for dominance. Seven hells, I’m French kissing a cock. No, using it to poke the side of my cheeks. In-Out. In-Out. My jaw hurts so fucking much, but is it incredible? Bloody YES. "Jesus Christ," Tristan gasps. His hands fly to my hair. "Carlton—Bunny— Yebat! I can't—" I take him deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. Of course I gag. But I don't care. I want to choke on him.

He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

I needed him. He worked the jean shorts down my long legs before untying my bikini bottoms. Those, too, were off my legs in a heartbeat. He began to kiss up my legs, past my knees, working toward my thighs... I knew where he was going, and I knew my own body better than he did. After all the walking, the parasailing, and the alcohol, I wasn't at my freshest. I grabbed him by the hair, but he kept moving up. "Owen, you don't have to... to..." I stopped as his tongue met my labia, unable to speak any longer.

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

She took the lead in the kiss, slowly pressing her lips against mine. Subconsciously, I opened my mouth a little to grant her more access and we French kissed under the sunlight. She tongued me and sucked on my bottom lip gently and I didn't know when I responded by putting both hands on either sides of her tiny waist. She pushed her body so hard against mine, I could feel her nipples hardening through her skimpy bra.

She then placed a kiss on the corner of my lips, to tease me, and I couldn't take it anymore. Without wasting another second, I smashed my lips back on hers, and let my tongue roam in her mouth taking in her sweet taste. Why does she always taste so good? We French kissed for at least ten minutes before she decided to descend down to my neck and continued her assault. She kissed my neck everywhere before stopping at my soft spot. The spot where my shoulder met my neck. She sucked so hard that I moaned. "Ahhhh, fuck baby." I was sure she was giving me a hickey. She finally pulled back and looked into my eyes. She brought her lips closer to mine and just as they were about to touch, she pulled

She closed her eyes as she made him enter in her mouth. Their passion increased in which he lost his control. He slowly moved his hands through her body. She could sense the tickling feeling she was getting as he wandered his hands through her body. A their passionate kiss he backed off while breathing heavily. They both began to take a deep breath as they did. * Huff.....*Huff........ Their breathing voice was heard through. They both connected their forhead as they backed out from the French kiss. Their faces were reddened and their eyes had a flashed with lust.