First Night Love Novels & Stories

he murmured before he licked the corner of his mouth and bit his wet lower lip. It was just a simple licking and biting of his own flesh, but watching it closely, her mind was shut down. Goosebumps appeared on her white skin and she could feel the loud festival cheering inside her body. They were dancing, singing, laughing. Her mind was drunk in alcohol, while her lower abdomen felt the fireworks he ignited. "Then," she managed to speak. "Be gentle. It’s my first so don't hurt me.” His eyes went round for a second. 'Hurt her?' There's no way he could hurt the woman he loves. But if they are doing it for the first time, then that's given. He cannot promise that it won't hurt her.

Casey woke up after she had s*x with her husband. She didn't expect that they would have s*x after arguing about those issues. She watched her husband sleeping soundly. She touched his forehead and mumbled, "I know that you don't love me, but I want to stay beside you because I love you. I'll confess my feelings for you soon. I'm ready to face the consequences. I love you, Niccolo." It was her first time to say I love you while her husband was sleeping. He couldn't hear it. She took a very deep breath.

I coat his dick with my juices as I feel his seed shoot through my body. He slowly lowers himself to me with his dick twitching in my core "I love you, Katrina Garza." I look up at him letting my legs fall "I love you, Tristan Livingston." He kisses me gently and rolls off lying next to me. "Best fucking night next to our first time." I smile up at him "yes it was. I am glad you were the first and only one I gave myself to." "Same here Trin same here."

I was willing to accept it. Three months ago, I unexpectedly found out I was pregnant. I wanted to tell him, but lately, his face was cold whenever he saw me. He did not even want to speak to me. I kept comforting myself, thinking maybe he was just busy with work or in a bad mood. I decided to wait for the right time to tell him. If it were not for the fact that I ran into him at the hospital that day, holding Tammy's hand while she was getting her finger bandaged after accidentally hurting it while cooking, I might never have realized that the reason for his coldness was because his first love had returned.

The room was filled with the sound of rain, our breaths, and the fragile hum of something too beautiful to name. We made love for the first time, I felt a painful sensation at first but the more he thrust, the more I felt the pleasure of having sex. “Jenny I love you,” he whispered. He grabbed one of my nipples and sucked it gently. It gave me more pleasure, something I've never experienced before. When it was over, we didn’t speak. We just stayed there, wrapped in the quiet aftermath of something real — his arms around me, my head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart grounding me.

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

“Just kidding… I would have paid that million myself to have him at least for the night.” I blinked. “But you just admitted you don't even know what he looks like.” She wagged her finger. “I said that almost no one knows, and I'm not one of them. I've seen him... once.” I barely stifled a snort. “Let me guess. It was love at first sight.”

Grace smiled faintly and remained silent, accepting it as a tacit agreement. There's no such thing as love at first sight in the world. Even if it does exist, it's just a fleeting infatuation. True love is accumulated through the small gestures and touches in life, coming together gradually. Otherwise, it is very fragile! So-called love at first sight is like seeing a flower in the mist, hazy and beautiful, but once the sun comes out and the mist dissipates, it may turn out to be just a trumpet flower!

I stepped forward, knelt down, and looked him in the eyes. "Edward, would you be willing to form a bond with me? I want to be your mate." At my words, Edward's face lit up with overwhelming emotion. "I—I do! I'm willing!" He answered without a second's pause. Hearing his answer, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

I'd followed her without hesitation for years, even when it left me bruised and broken. And now, someone was telling me that I could be that sun for them. My heart pounded, my breathing quickened. When we reached her building, she looked at me with hopeful eyes. I averted my gaze, unable to meet them, and muttered, "See you tomorrow." I started to turn away—but she grabbed my collar, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "See you tomorrow." I knew right then—I was falling. Neither of us brought up that night again.