Book Love Scenes Novels & Stories

She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

Someone asked from the back of the room. “Well, first of all, in a romance novel, there isn’t a sex scene, it’s a love scene. And I like to go into a lot of detail, both physical and emotion wise, because I feel that the intensity of a love scene, it brings out exactly what the characters feel for each other, it shows the depth of their love, helps strengthen a relationship. Basically that’s what love scenes are for, to help the progression of the relationship between the lead characters,” I explained. Got some thoughtful looks and nods of acceptance in return. “Mrs. Akira Whitmore, do you feel that writing a story about oneself is better than writing about an imaginary character?” Another t

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

He kissed her passionately as he brought his hands up to cup and fondle her wonderful breasts. A wave of pleasant nostalgia washed over Cassandra as remembrances of making passionate, unhurried love with her late husband flooded her brain. Her closed eyes became wet as she returned Bobby's kiss and enjoyed the feel of his big hands gently massaging her tits and the crush of his erection against her mound as he moved his hips in tiny humps. He couldn't know it, of course, but it was exactly the way that lovemaking began with her and Charlie. It made her feel warm and wonderful and loved. She hoped that Melissa was going to wait a good long time before she interrupted them with her "accidental

Alright, I can relate to this freaking corny book. I drank water while still reading and I choked after realizing what happened to the couple in the story after their argument. Cursing in my head, I continued coughing as I felt my neck getting hot because of some sensual images flashing in my mind. I remember Solana's body against mine after she jumped to me naked when she saw a cockroach. I remember the time we made out in our living area. I remember the taste of her lips and her lovely smell. My breathing hitched as I continued reading. The characters are now making love passionately.

he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard. “It is not what you think,” she said quickly. “It is a love story.” He pointed at the book. “There is some seriously messed-up stuff in there, Daisy. Do you read these kinds of books often?” She dropped her eyes and bit her lip. That was enough of an answer. He grinned. Leaning closer, he lowered his voice. “If you want, we could act out a few scenes, Daisy.” He heard her gasp, and his grin widened.

"Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?" I turn my head to the left, confident I heard his voice come from the shadows over there. "It was an oral pleasure scene, I think." "You think?" I whip my head to the right. How is he doing that? "He had his face between her legs, his mouth on her." I sweep my fingers along my clavicle, looking for a collar to pull to relieve some of the heat engulfing me. "I assume she liked it." "You assume?" Another wicked chuckle. "I know she liked it."

There will be lots of sex scenes as well so if you do not like it then don't bother about the second part of this book. Once again I love you all.

So, despite my better judgment, I picked the book up again and flipped to my last page. As I read, I told myself that I was just curious about the plot and that the sex scenes were just a bonus. But the more scenes I read, the more marks I saw on the page, the more I pictured… him performing those actions. “He thrust himself all the way to the hilt,” the book went on. “She threw her head against the pillows and arched her back as his fingers swirled against…”