Romance At The Beach Novels & Stories

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

Romana sweetly said while they were there at the condo to unpack things. "Is the place you really like or the things that we did there?" Vincent asked mischievously before he simply grabbed one of her butt cheeks. Even Romana smiled as she remembered what they had done. She experienced a lot of new things like having sex in the ocean with only half of their bodies submerged in the water even though the sun was bright and many people might see them, the sand turned into a warm bed every time it got dark, and their quick sex in dressing rooms of various small establishments there.

The two then had a candlelight dinner by the beach. There was the cool sea breeze, the melodious sound of the waves hitting the rocks gently, the romantic candlelight, delicious food, fresh coconut juice, intoxicating red wine, and most importantly, the person they loved opposite them. Everything was perfect.

But after a little thought, we agreed to something a little simpler, something a little more romantic. The beach. For most of my life, the ocean reminded me of childhood. But since I had met Gabe, the water only made me think of him. Our relationship is built around the water. We’d watched hundreds of sunsets together, admiring the sun as it sank below the horizon behind the ocean on his island home. The beach represents our love and so we eventually both agreed it would be the perfect place to get married.

She was wrong. “Where are we?” she asked. The Hispanic young man looked over at her, waiting for her to realize. She smiled. They were at their spot. When they couldn’t meet up at each other’s house, this was their rendezvous. They would make out on the beach, walk along the sand; dip their toes into the water. They would make love in the back seat of whomever's car they could. Sandino looked out the window, enjoying the view of the beach. He had one hell of a headache and his stomach was churning.

They grin widely, their faces reddening. “You like it?” Tony asks, biting his bottom lip. I walk up to him and lean on my tiptoes to kiss him. “I absolutely love it!” I say before turning to Nick and dragging his mouth to mine. I look around the beach, noticing that there’s no one here. There’s a few houses all down the beach, three from what I can see. One is a few feet away from the setup. Not a single person in sight.

Mom, Mel, and the girls transformed my family home and beach into a blissful romantic dream — flickering lanterns, lots of greenery and flowers — a path winding up to the waterfall, bathed in soft golden light. Romance is officially on. We ride our black bikes slowly down the beach, the sand kicking up in soft clouds around our wheels. Not to be cynical about my future wife’s choice of venue, but this is the exact spot where I almost fell to my death. Yep, nearly ate it hard right where I’m supposed to say my vows. Maybe she’s trying to make a point … I’m not sure. With Mel, I never am. On the other hand … we’ve also claimed this territory. On the beach, under the waterfall, in the pool, in

It is one of the beaches located in a charming environment and filled with bay trees, pine trees, beautiful blooming oleanders, and wild grapes—the presence of a spectacular forest full of impressive Roman ruins impresses this park. Raceh was very happy. She immediately ran towards the crashing waves on the beach. Meanwhile, Zefki was busy calling a cottage servant to double-check if his surprise for his wife was ready. After Zefki found out that everything was ready, he joined his wife, who was seen wetting her feet with seawater. The two of them were currently holding hands as they walked along the beach. A look of happiness was evident on Raceh's face. She felt happy that Zefki finally to

“You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, my Luna.” Their words made me blush. We'd sailed to the island where we'd be having our vacation. It was pretty much like a pack on its own, just that water surrounded by it. It was filled with people and the beach led to the main city of the pack. After breakfast, all four of us showered together before heading to the beach. I wore the baby blue bikini they adored. The beach was breathtaking—clear water and white sand. Marco lifted me into the water, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. He gently lowered us into the water, his hands on the back of my thighs. He kissed me softly, but the kiss soon deepened. His arousal p

"I don't go to work tomorrow, do you want to go to the beach?" The man looks at Mia with expectant eyes, his face becoming quite warm. “But is it winter now? No one goes to the beach in winter…” Mia's eyes widen at Malcolm, thinking he is a real jerk in her head. “Do you want to be frozen?” – The girl asks him again, trying not to laugh so as not to be rude. "No. We don't need to go to the sea, just walk on the shore. I hold your hand and run across the long sandy beach. Isn't it very romantic?"