Bathtub Romance Novels & Stories

Lowering me gently into the steaming bathtub, Julius joined me, his body pressed against mine. We sank into the warm water, the sensation soothing our tired muscles and providing a comforting embrace. As we relaxed, our eyes locked, and a serene silence settled between us. Julius reached for a loofah and a bottle of scented body wash, his touch gentle as he began to cleanse my skin with utmost care. The caress of his hands against my body sent tingles of pleasure through me, a reminder of the passion we had just experienced. Each stroke of the loofah was an intimate gesture, symbolizing the tenderness and affection we shared.

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"Thanks, Aurora." I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. As I entered, I was greeted by a breathtaking sight. A bathtub filled with warm, fragrant water and a bed of roses floating on the surface. I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as I sank into the water. "Bliss," I murmured, biting my lip as I settled in. As I soaked in the tub, I sipped a cocktail and watched a romantic comedy playing on the small TV screen mounted on the wall. The warm water and relaxing atmosphere soon worked their magic, and I felt my muscles unwind.

Jase gathers me into his arms. “I told you I would make it worth waiting until you were healed to have sex again,” Jase comments, kissing my forehead before lifting me into his arms. “The other three got the bath ready. Let's get you in it.” I yawn but agree with his words. I’m exhausted and completely satiated. The bathtub is the size of a sauna, large enough to fit us all. It was our wedding gift from Uncle Dominic. Jase climbs in it with me wrapped in his arms. The other three are already in the chamomile and rose-scented water.

Her nipples were a deep pink, the peaks tight and begging to be touched. With a smirk, she stepped into the bathtub, the water lapping at her thighs. She rested her head on the edge of the tub, her eyes never leaving mine. “Won’t you join me, husband?” Adriana purred, her voice thick with desire. The words sent a jolt straight to my cock, which twitched in anticipation. I nodded and began to strip off my own clothes. My shirt came off first, followed by my pants. My eyes never left her as she lounged in the tub, her skin glistening under the water and soap.

They moved together in a frenzied rhythm, the bed rocking against the wall, their cries echoing in the sunlit room. Afterward, spent and slick with sweat, Ryan collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. “Come on,” he murmured against her hair. “Let’s clean up. I’ll draw you a bath.” The massive freestanding bathtub awaited, water steaming, scented oils adding an intoxicating aroma to the warm, misty room. Ryan stepped in first, then held out a hand to help Elena in. The water was blissfully hot, enveloping her sore muscles. She sank into the deep tub with a sigh, leaning back against his chest as he settled behind her.

As we stepped into the lavishly decorated room, I was taken aback by Brandon's thoughtfulness in pampering me once again, reminding me of our cherished past. In a tender moment, I found myself relaxing in a bathtub, supported by Brandon's embrace. My head nestled against his broad chest as he delicately washed my body with a sponge. The enchanting melody playing in the background and the soft glow of candlelight in the bathroom created an ambiance that made it enticing to stay in that tranquil space forever. I placed my hand on the back of Brandon's head and pulled him close to my face. "Let's get it on tonight," I whispered as his hand continued to tantalizingly rub around my left breast.

Our lips met again in a wild, chaotic clash under the warm rain, our tongues battling for dominance while the steam rose around us. "Come here," Damon rasped against my lips, his hands lifting me as he stepped backward into the massive, deep marble bathtub already filled with warm water. He sat down in the center of the deep tub, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled his broad thighs, the warm water swirling around our waists. His thick, throbbing length was already pressed right against my slick, swollen entrance. Damon guided his tip, and with one slow, agonizingly deep movement, I lowered myself onto him, swallowing his massive depth completely until my core pressed flush against his hips.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

"Don't give a thought to it, okay? She's no one. I promise" I didn't say a word and he kissed me. He kissed me so passionately - weakening my bones. Then, he moved my hair backwards after unlocking from the kiss. "Go on and take your bath, okay?" "Okay" I smiled and went into the bedroom. I just didn't want to bother him much but as I laid in the bathtub, I couldn't help but think about the strange call. Who was that lady? And why was she calling Ryan's name with so much anger and familiarity? She obviously didn't sound like a fan.