The French Kiss Book Novels & Stories

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

But the ultimate devastation was the relentless pressure pressing directly against my womanhood through my linen trousers—the colossal hardness swelling beneath his flexible swim shorts, a structure containing absolutely no anatomical bone yet rendered as rock-solid as a marble pillar. "I told you that you wouldn't be able to breathe," Matteo whispered, those large, jet-black, grape-dark eyes completely dissolving into pitch-black whirlpools. He tilted his head down with sheer predatory intensity, and his lips smashed into mine like a full-blown hurricane. Right then, with that first contact occurring for the very first time in my life, every single server in my brain completely crashed, my

(Want me to kiss you? "Oui," (Yes.) I purred and leaned in for a kiss from him. He purred and then kissed me, making it deep and passionate. I pulled back from the kiss realizing I let him go so fast. I barely know him yet I'm kissing him because he's speaking French to me! "Pierre," I whispered. "Too fast, I don't know you yet." He looked down at me then softened his expression. "Okay," he said and sat up on me. "I won't kiss you then."

My will power was not going to stand up to this teasing so I decided it was useless to fight it. I pulled off my nightgown, moved his hand out the way, and started rubbing his dick. It felt so grand in my hand. It was throbbing, warm, and ready to do some more damage to my awakened cunt. He fondled my breasts as we began to kiss. We French kissed, our tongues delving deep into each other's mouths for a wet embrace. The kisses were passionate and profound. It was if we were making love to each other's mouths, making sure that every part of our lips and tongues would not be forsaken.

, he whispers the question in my ear, his husky voice making my hair stand on end. I lost! Damn it! I lost! Pressing my lips against his, I failed miserably to contain my mad need to kiss this man. I wanted him, I wanted to feel his lips more than anything right now. He grabs my waist and presses me even harder against the wall, initiating another intense, desire-filled kiss. However, we hear the door handle turn and we break the kiss, he takes one of his hands from my waist and closes the cabin door. Filippo leans over me, leans his head against the wall and bites his lower lip with a smile.

I don't stop my advance until my bare chest is pressed against his, my lips so close to his I can feel his warm breath brushing against them, tempting me. Once I kiss him, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to stop. But right now, I don't care. He wraps his hand through my hair, lips brushing tentatively against mine. I'm not sure which one of us accelerated the kiss first, but in one moment it was soft, careful and sweet, and the next, my breath has almost been completely stolen from my body, Kastriv tongue sweeping through my mouth as if he owns it. I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. With one hand on my hair, the other on my waist, he keeps me pinned against me, kiss

I lost myself in his kiss. “You’ll get the only copy,” he whispered. “This is ours and ours alone. No one can ever take this from us. This is our secret, one only we share.” His breath tickled my ear and made a heat surge between my thighs. I wondered how he could make my body react so quickly without even trying. His chest was strong beneath me and I could feel something hardening against my hip. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room. “We should head back and start our honeymoon,” I whispered, pushing my hips against his. His hand tightened on my back and I wished I could have him right there on the sand.

His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding without letting my brain get a say in things. Without thinking, I put my hand on the back of his neck and pressed my mouth into his. He didn't hesitate, kissing me back with a need that matched my own. He pushed me up against the wall. Our tongues interlocked as we found the valve for the sexual tension that had been building between the two of us for the past two years. My body responded to his every touch with a fervor I couldn't contain. Didn't want to contain. I wanted it to consume us both.

That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love. Love. . . "Shoot! Iris! My group mates are looking for me. I need to head back! I'll just see you tomorrow! I'm gonna watch your game!" She hugged and gave me a smooch on my cheek before she ran away leaving me in awe. I was too occupied even when I got home from work. The book can't get out of my mind. I don't like reading, but it made me search the plot on the internet. And guess what, it was really about Gabby and Travis wherein they eventually develop feelings with each other, get married, and have two kids. And then she got into an acciden

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.