Pure Romance Body Dew Novels & Stories

The contrast—cold stone against my overheated skin—made me gasp. His hands were everywhere—gentle now, but still so possessive it made the bond thrum. He soaped my body with slow, thorough strokes, the rich lather of his pine-and-cedar body wash mixing with the scent of us. Fingers glided over my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked into tight, aching buds. Down my stomach, tracing the faint bulge where he’d filled me, then between my thighs where I was still puffy, red, and glistening with him.

I take off my clothes and shut the door, in case Ellie's wet dream graduates into sleepwalking. I step into the bathtub and turn on the shower. Cold water falls on me and the hot sensation inside of me slowly goes out like an extinguished flame. I stay like this for a minute before grabbing the soap and filling my body with lather. It takes me five minutes to get myself clean of dirt and free from lustful feelings. I dab my body with a white towel and apply a body spray called Tension. Ironic, isn't it?

She kept her mons clean except for a narrow strip of curls the length of each outer lip. Finished at last, Bree stepped inside the shower, closing her eyes against the sensual caress of the almost hot spray, letting it cover her skin. The caress of the mist bathed away the perspiration and grime of the day and soothed any residual nerves and misgivings. Sure enough, a selection of body washes stood on a built-in shelf. Deliberately forcing herself not to think about how many other women had been in this shower. What should she care, right? She carefully selected one with the scent of honeysuckle. She had read about honeysuckle in so many books that she wanted a chance to see what caused all

Eve took her time under the spray, appreciating the excellent pressure as she scrubbed her skin, taking care to select fragrances that complemented each other. One wolf she'd like to meet is the maker of these soaps and body care products. It was one of the things that really stuck out to Eve, the first time she used them in the shower was a life-changing moment, and she wanted to pass on her praise to the rightful recipient. A long while later, when the room was good and steamy, she finally turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. But her self-pampering didn't stop there. The towels were so soft they felt like clouds on her skin, and Eve giggled like a giddy school girl when caug

Coming to work was like stepping into paradise. She quickly scrubbed her body with a rose-scented body wash a guest left behind and washed her hair with a coconut-scented shampoo. Sienna was always self-conscious about using too much hot water and quickly finished up. She then dried her body with the towel the hotel provided and moisturised her skin with a similar rose body lotion.

The warmth floods over me, but it’s Aiden’s scent that wraps around me—sharp, masculine, a blend of cedar, smoke, and something spicy that I can’t name but want to drown in. I don’t even care to properly wash—I’m too damn excited—but I do pause for a second just to inhale his body wash. It’s so different from the floral sweetness we get in the girls’ dorms. This is rich. Intoxicating. Him. I step out, wrap a towel around myself, and begin drying my hair. Just a quick blowout today. No time for anything fancy. I’m half-way through calming my nerves when I see something—movement in the door’s reflection.

Then nothing. I sigh as I reach for the body wash and puff; I pour a generous amount of the creamy, coconut scented liquid and get to work washing away the sleep and tiredness. I’m blasted with cold air as I feel a hard body behind me. A hand takes the body puff from my hands.

Ethan emerged, a white towel slung loosely around his lean hips, his skin still glistening from the shower. Without offering a single word of acknowledgement, he untied the towel and tossed it carelessly onto the edge of the mattress, completely unbothered by his raw nudity. My breath instantly hitched in my throat. He reached for a bottle of premium scented oil, pouring a generous amount into his palms before smoothing it all over his bronzed, heavily muscled physique. The rich, masculine fragrance filled the air as his large hands glided over the expansive breadth of his chest, down his chiseled abdominal wall, and along his powerful thighs. He followed with a few strategic mists of his si

I asked as soon as I recovered from my high. “You sucked out my soul, I think.” I smiled at her humorous way of explanation. “Want me to serve my queen?” She nodded. The promised bath went well. As I washed her hair and the rest of the body too. But that wasn't the full package. For full thirty minutes straight she applied every skin care she owned. What can I say? At Least she let my hands roams all over her body. I called it emotional support. Maybe it was her because there was no way possible that I had started obsession with peach and strawberry scented body wash with some lavender oil. The combination was her signature scent. In other words, I didn't let her use any other product. Becau

I wore a cute, light blue nightie which was nipple-less and crotch-less, covered with a sheer light blue robe. He removed my robe slowly off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He stepped closer and I could smell his Old Spice body wash. I smiled because he loved the classics, I loved that smell. He kissed my shoulder softly as his hand found my waist. My breathing altered as I closed my eyes to enjoy his touch.