Bathtub Romance Novels & Stories

"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.

Mort brought her to the hot tub he prepared for her. With her arms on his neck, Sumire was awed at the sight of the luxurious bathroom. Candles lit up everywhere add charm and beauty to the place. The jacuzzi tub surrounded by black and bold red candles and decorated with flower petals is extraordinary and sensual. The glassed window allows her to admire the picturesque view of the ocean where the full moon kissed the serene water on the horizon. The hunk set a romantic, glamorous and idyllic atmosphere for her relaxation. "It's beautiful..." she breathlessly uttered. Mort places her gently in the lukewarm water and Sumire removes the sheet that covers her nakedness. The hickeys and his bite

Beside the shower is a bathtub, and it was foaming. He walked there and dropped me inside gently and as the warm water hit my sore muscles; I breathed out, relieved. That feels so good, I thought, moving my hand inside and I was seeing roses and the bath also smelled like lavender, but what I like about it is that the tub is actually deep. Will I call it a jacuzzi? Or a small pool? Well, whatever it is, I love it. I smiled. This is what a lady needs. “You always know what I need,” I said, playing with the roses. I heard him chuckle and clothes ruffling. Then he entered the bathtub, and I had to look away from his body in order not to get myself aroused because I am still very sore.

She’s in the bathroom. I walk toward it and find her submerged in the bathtub. The sight of her, immersed in the water, strikes me like a living painting of cold and distant beauty. Soft steam rises from the surface, blending with the dim light of aromatic candles strategically placed around the bathroom. The air inside is warm, filled with the scent of lavender and incense, creating an atmosphere of serenity, but also isolation. The shadows of the flames dance on the walls, casting ethereal shapes that seem to emphasize the emotional distance between us.

I ordered and he nodded. The bathtub in my bathroom is one of those large quarter round jacuzzi tubs. I pour a generous dose of oil and foam and let the hot water run while I make sure we have clean towels on the heating rack. As I turned around, I saw that he was already here, standing on the threshold. So I held out my hand for him to join me. While he was expectantly looking at the filling tub, I began to undress him from behind. I removed his shirt first, and let him kick out his sneakers. I pulled both his sweatpants and underwear while nibbling on his earlobe and all the way down to his back, tasting his salty sweat. I took off my clothes as well and put everything in the hamper and th

Once they had finished with their play, He had taken her directly to the bathroom and ran them a nice soothing bubble bath and they were now submerged, Ruby sitting between Roth's legs, her back to his chest. "Yes, I do," he informed her softly, kissing the side of her neck. She moaned her satisfaction as his lips sent a soft shiver through her. Roth spared no detail, soft music played in the background. Lavender scented candles were lit and the intoxicating floral scent of the bath oils he'd added to the water enhanced the romantic atmosphere. It was like something out of one of the romance novels she loved so much. Just minus the rose petals floating on top of the water. She'd never enjoye

It was big enough to fit four adults comfortably, but Bastien was bigger than the average adult, so he took up two spots himself. The bathtub wasn’t long and narrow, far rounder than a coffin, so at least they were aesthetically different. The pizza had been placed on a riser so it wouldn’t get wet from our movements, and there were several bottles of champagne for us to enjoy. A couple weeks ago, this would have been the most romantic night of my life, but now, it felt like a challenge, one that brought me a shit-ton of anxiety. “Sweetheart, you got this.” He reached his hand over the edge of the tub so I could grab it and use it to step over the side and into the warm water. He wore his lo

She stared at him, his eyes were dark and he gave her a slow carnal smile. "Come, let's have a bath.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her heart leapt and desire pooled way down low, way down there. The bathtub was a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very well designed. Diego leaned over and filled it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He poured some expensive looking bath oil into the water. It foamed as the bath filled and smelled of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stood and gazed at her. His eyes dark then he freed himself from his shirt.

They lead me through a maze of marble corridors, their steps silent against the plush carpeting that lined the floors. We arrive at the entrance to the bathroom—a grand double door adorned with intricate carvings that speak of craftsmanship and artistry. The Omegas step aside, gesturing for me to enter. I take a step forward, my eyes scanning the room. A deep soaking tub stands in the center, its gleaming surface inviting me to sink into its depths and forget the cares of the world. Fluffy towels and robes line the walls, their soft textures a promise of comfort and warmth. “Call us if you need anything else. We’ll be staying just right here,” Betty says.

Xavier silently refilled her champagne with a sensual promise in his dark gaze. Then he left her, going into the adjacent white marble bathroom, with its bathtub built for two that overlooked the moonlit sea. He turned on the faucet, starting a hot, steamy bath, filling it with fragrant bubble bath. “It’s ready,” he whispered, pulling her to her feet. She gripped his hand, feeling a little unsteady. He pulled her into the elegant bathroom. Still holding her champagne flute, which had somehow been refilled again, she looked down at the enormous bathtub full of bubbles.