About Em Petrova
Em Petrova lives in backwoods
, where she raises four kids and two feral kittens and pays too damn much for utilities. But seeing her sexy husband tromp out back with a chainsaw in hand is well worth the frustration of living miles from a mall. She adores writing sex scenes and anything paranormal. When she has the opportunity to mix the two, she’s in her element. You can learn more about her smutty reads at http://www.empetrova.com/ Pennsylvania
The French Kiss
By Em Petrova
February is the month of love and romance, and what’s more romantic than a French kiss? So did some very sexy and alpha Frenchman actually start this worldwide level of intimacy? After a little research, here’s what I found…
Since the French are known to have a symbol of love (the
Eifel Tower) and the most romantic city ( ), they’re also been labeled as sensual and promiscuous people. They were the first people to accept public displays of love and affection such as kissing. And so the term “French kiss” was associated with these passionate people. Paris
One theory is that the French kiss is actually a derogatory, stereotypical term used toward the French during times of war. A common phrase was that rather than fight, the French would rather make love with their faces. Perhaps this, in addition to the country’s reputation, is how the term came about.
According to some sources, the French kiss dates back to at least the 1820’s. It was rampantly used in the 1920’s when it was said the French were engaged in acts of love when the rest of the world was not.
Many other terms are incorrectly used like French toast and French fries. Neither have an association with French history or language. Maybe you’ve heard the term “pardon my French.” This use began as a slam against the French, who must certainly be using bad words! *clears throat*
What most likely began as a way to insult the French became one of the most sensual and popular ways to express intimacy. There’s nothing like a long, tongue-dueling kiss in real life, in books, or on TV. I, for one, applaud the French for helping this term come about!
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EXCERPT of OUTLAWS OF LOVE
James leaned in and drew a deep breath, his nose inches from her hair. She tensed in response, but her body throbbed. Her nipples tightened almost painfully. Xander gripped her waist and plucked her off her feet, settling her astride in the saddle. She tried not to wiggle to ease the ache between her thighs even as she avoided James’s steady gaze.
“What is your mother like?” She hoped to distract him from her need, though the spark was quickly growing to an inferno.
“You’re going to love everything about my ma,” Xander said, vaulting up behind her. He tucked her tight against his chest with his familiar arm locked around her waist. James crossed to his horse and loosened the rope keeping it from running away.
“His mother’s the best cook in the world.”
“Better than yours, James.”
“No lie.” The man hitched his foot into the stirrup with the barest of winces and seated himself atop Switchback.
Xander probed her ear with his tongue, and his cock jammed harder against her buttocks. “James’s mother burns everything.”
“I used to pretend to eat my meal and then ran like hell across the fields to get to the Hollis Ranch in time for supper.” He set his heels into his horse, and they took off.
Xander didn’t immediately follow but nuzzled her throat. “You’re so goddamned alluring, Annabelle. I need you.”
She twisted, threw her arms around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. The instant their lips brushed, a series of explosions detonated in her core. Her nerve endings pinged. Her breasts grew heavy with need. And her pussy pulsated, begging to be stroked. Stretched. Filled.
“Please, Xander. Touch me.”
“Mmm.” His chest rumbled against her side. Gliding a hand over her knee and up her inner thigh, he located the V of her legs. Through the fabric of her dress, he rubbed her heated folds.
Grasping her skirt, she hitched it up to expose her pussy to his fingers. She stole a glance at James’s back. He was still riding, either giving them a moment of privacy or oblivious to the fact they weren’t following.
Xander’s hard lips commanded hers. At the first touch, she opened her mouth to him, and his tongue swept inside. He tasted the walls of her mouth, his tongue working deeper against hers. When he strummed the bundle of nerves between her thighs, she gasped.
Quivering with need, she writhed against him, seeking more of his maddening touch. The blaze of desire in her belly was uncontrollable. If she didn’t get release soon, she’d go insane.
She’d tossed out her inhibitions and admitted that she craved his touch. When he stroked her, she lost all sense of time and place, which couldn’t be a good thing. She was about to arrive at the Hollis family ranch, where people would surround them day and night. And James couldn’t be far away, could he?
Xander tore his mouth away. “How long will it take, baby doll?” How many times do I have to do this” -- he circled her clit once, twice -- “to make you come on my fingers?”
“Oooh.” Flashes of delight sparked behind her eyes, and her world narrowed to include only Xander’s leather-and-musk scent and the pressure of his callused fingers against her sensitive tissues.
Even when the hoofbeats of James’s horse sounded nearby, she couldn’t open her eyes and make Xander stop. He parted her thighs with one hand, exposing her completely to the air and surely to James’s gaze.
Xander’s words drowned out all cares. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Feels good, doesn’t it? Your pussy is so pretty, all tight and wet. Your clit so swollen. You want to come for me, don’t you?”
In a blinding burst, she splintered. Wave after wave of blissful sensation washed over her. She clung to Xander, her gasps suddenly swallowed by his kiss. He ground her nubbin into her body, extending her release. Cream soaked his fingers.
James gave a soft moan.
And Annabelle’s eyes shot open. The man was mounted not five feet from them, his horse dancing slightly. James’s gaze was riveted between her thighs.
Xander lifted his head, looked right at James, and thrust his finger deep into her body.
A haze of rapture settled over her as another orgasm broke over her. The waves pounded her, the pinnacle sharper and more fulfilling than the last. Sensation ripped through her, and she stopped breathing for a minute. When she cried out, James’s gaze flashed to hers, caught and held. As her release pounded through her muscles, she couldn’t look away if she wanted. She was trapped again -- between Xander’s adept fingers and James’s stimulating stare.
~where words mean so much more~