Intimate Love Novels & Stories

He replied seriously. “I’d love to have sex with you.” I blurted out. “But if I heard you correctly I have to be certain that I love you before we do that and yet you want me to be your girlfriend. I believe having sex is part of being in an intimate relationship with someone. How can I be sure that I love you if we can’t be intimate?” “We can be intimate in a different way. I think I was able to prove myself earlier. Come on, how much orgasm can satisfy you.”

From the very moment she met this man, she had been stupidly in love with him. She had admired him from afar, his confidence and charisma making her heart flutter. But now, in the dim light of the room, with the scent of his cologne hanging in the air, everything felt achingly real. She felt a deep, overwhelming love for him—her boss, the man who had accepted her, who had unknowingly become the center of her world. She just gave him a piece of herself she had never shared with anyone, a piece she had kept safe, waiting for someone who made her feel exactly this way, someone who would make her feel perfectly whole.

Because of his sick words. He leaned closer. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers, he breathed her subsiding breaths which were tickling the skin of his philtrum and lips. “The destination where I’ll show you my love,” he closed his eyes as his palm received the light weight of her face. He smiled unwell, mumbling, “where there’s no limit of insanity, tesorino.” (Little treasure)

The silent room was filled with moans and grunts. "Aahh.....so fucking tight sweetheart..." He grunted against my neck. Due to extreme pain, I lightly scratched his back with my nails. He gritted his teeth and grunted and finally, his hard cock went inside me. Then, he gently moved his hip in and out. He kissed my lips deeply and tightened his grip on my waist and picked his pace to move faster. The pain which I experienced earlier turned into pleasure and I moaned . We continued until dawn and I begged him to give me some rest. I enjoyed it more but i felt tired after several cums. We slept on the hospital bed hugging each other like a normal couple.

Damion breathed rapidly as his emotions couldn't calm down. "And what does it have to do with your sudden disappearance, eh?" I asked, raising my brow, and crossing my arms. He knows I’m teasing him to confess, he knows it. Without further ado, I didn't let him talk and claimed his lips. It was like I was trying to intrude on his virgin lips because he wouldn't open them as soon as they met mine. I can feel the burning heat all over me, the lust it’s releasing is not containable, I have to make love with my mate. But what’s the point of refusing to do it with me!?

Because of me. I’ve never been good at real intimacy. Not the kind that lingers past morning. Not the kind that makes you stare at someone across a room and imagine what she’d look like sleeping in your bed, in your space, in your life. I want it. But I don’t know how to be that way. I don’t know how to want someone like this. Not without fucking it up. And that’s exactly why I’ve stayed on the edge of this thing, orbiting around her like I’m made of discipline and self-control.

"You know,you could have just said 'I love you too' instead of saying so much." "Not really", Vikram shrugged, fondling his wife's ass, lifting her thighs a bit so she fit his palm,"I find the concept of couples confessing their love to each other all the time strange. Even though we love each other,I don't see the need to constantly intimate to you about the lack of change in my feelings.I know that I love you,just like I also know you reciprocate. Anything more than that is just an unnecessary constant reminder to the other partner in the relationship."

He had thought I was joking during our phone conversation yesterday, so I needed to remind him. "It's time for you to pamper me with a bath," I declared. "Huh!" he exclaimed. "I'm dead serious about what I said on the phone. I'm utterly exhausted. How can I be expected to scrub my own back?" He led me to his spacious bathtub, and we reclined together in the warm, soapy water. A melodious song played in the background as he tenderly caressed me amidst the water. In that moment, I gained a newfound understanding of what it meant to fall in love. Loving someone transcended mere physical intimacy. It encompassed the profound emotions that emanated from within, with physical intimacy being an add

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

He leaned closer to me after I had my seat, his words low as he whispered. “What?” I did a double take, my cheeks hot as I furrowed my brows. “You seem like the type.” He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “What type?” I pressed my lips together, not exactly liking how he’d said it. “To attach love to intimacy.” He pointed out, his smirk growing in amusement. “Is that such a bad thing?” My brows formed a knot as I asked. Was it even worth asking? I mean, wasn’t it supposed to be normal?