Bedtime Stories To Read To Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

He nodded his head and said gently as he touched my cheek softly “Okay, you can stay with her for as long as she needs you. But I’m going to miss you so much in my bed tonight, I don’t know if I can even sleep anymore without you in my arms” My heart melted at those words, and I felt almost sad to leave now. “I don’t know if I can sleep without you either” I admitted truthfully. “How about a bed time story before you go to Irena’s room? I’m sure Ian will stay with her until you arrive” he said suggestively. I furrowed my eyebrows “A bed time story? I never told one before” “There is one story you’ll have no problem telling” he said mysteriously as he held out his hand for me to take.

I brushed my mouth against her ear to whisper, “Well, then, I guess I’m staying at your place tonight. Maybe you can read me a bedtime story from one of your sexy romance novels. We could act out some of the scenes.” Liz pressed her body firmly against mine. I could feel the outline of her hardened nipples pressing through her T-shirt, rubbing against my chest. Every ounce of my blood rushed to my crotch. She teasingly dragged her nails along the nape of my neck. Her voice was soft yet sexy as she spoke, “You mean like those scenes where the man finds himself tied to the bed, and is at the mercy of his lover?” Her lips grazed my throat as my Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. I growled out, “I

she suddenly said, taking me by surprise. "You do" She nodded and I almost laughed at how serious she looked right now. One moment she was crying like she would break down, and the next, she was acting so tough. I chuckled and touched her nose "you will" She yawned lazily "You should sleep now," I said holding her closer "How about you read me a bedtime story" "Don't you think you are too old for that" "No one is ever too old for a bedtime story," she said, " how about you read this book to me?" She took a book from the bedside table, and I noticed it was the book that Cyrus had given when she had started working at the company.

Now where we are alone we are speaking Danish. “Can you tell me a story?” Her eyes are half-closed, but there’s a spark of hope in them, a desire to drift off to a world filled with adventure. “Absolutely,” I say, pushing open her bedroom door and gently laying her back on the bed, tucking the covers snugly around her. I reach for the Teddy, tucking it in beside her. “What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?”

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

“Here, Daddy.” I laid down next to them, and when I started to weave a story about the animals on the ceiling, Naomi linked our fingers together, while Becky laid her head on my arm. Just like that, all the stress from the day was gone, and I knew that no matter what, I was never going to miss another bedtime story.

I looked down at the girl who looked sleepy in my arms. “Sure, princess.” I picked her and led her to my room with her favourite story book. I laid her down on my bed and covered her properly with the blanket. Laying beside her, I opened the book to read her all time favourite story, “The Beauty and The Beast”. “I want to listen the Sleeping Beauty.” She said but her heavy eyes were indicating that she might pass out sooner. “Leah, can I ask you a question about your friend Ace?” I asked her in a hope she could give me a lead.

I whispered to myself while shooting my wildly beating heart. Taking a deep breath I gave myself the courage to take Zanvil naughty talks more maturely and when to do my work with still wildly beating hearts. We all ate our dinner together and through dinner, Zanvil was not stopping being naughty. He is determined to do what he said today. That thought caused me to increase my heartbeat. After dinner was done it was time for tugging my babies to the bed. They won't sleep unless I read them their bedtime story while lying with them in their bed. Lying with them I started reading their favorite bear family story and I don't know when I dozed off with them.

She gave an awkward smile. Oh, how I long for just one more glimpse of that grin. "Do you remember what I was like when we were kids?" "Well, annoying," I said, and she raised her brows. "At first, though, I noticed that I couldn’t live without you, and I couldn’t even go to bed without seeing your silly face. Basically, every night I would go around acting creepy. I used to come into your room solely for the purpose of watching you sleep and telling you stories while you were unconscious. You once pretended to be sleeping while I read the most irritating bedtime story I have ever read, and I caught a glimpse of a smile on your face while I was reading it to you. When I stopped, you asked me

I did, however, spritz a tiny bit of my perfume, not because of him, but I needed to smell like something other than defeat. “Bed time, baby.” I said to Leo as I approached him. "Would you read me a story?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as I sat back on the bed. "Story time it is, baby." I agreed. I picked up a small book about a brave little tugboat. "Once there was a boat who had to navigate a very big, very dark ocean..." I read to him, my voice a soothing hum, until his breathing deepened and his grip on my hand loosened. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, my heart breaking a little more. "I love you, my little general. Sleep tight."