Romance Bed Novels & Stories

She turned to stare at the large bed at the center of the room, decorated romantically with rose petals and the like. And since Eric was bathing here, they were both definitely sleeping here tonight.

The first features two full-sized bedrooms, the second a king-sized bed, and the third a master suite with a queen-sized bed and an attached bathroom. Justine looked down at me with a smile. "How about you and I crash into that king-sized mattress?" I scratched my head and punched him in a joking manner, trying to ensure to strike his uninjured side. "You're not even close to being healthy enough to do that yet," I murmured, averting my gaze to conceal my blush. "Plus, I'd prefer my first time to be more sentimental and romantic rather than 'hey, let's crash in that bedding since we have hardly anything nicer to do.'"

It had beautiful red led light with scented candles. He really outdid himself and made sure tonight was a romantic one. We made our way to the bedroom and each step of the way I couldn’t stop picking up flowers until we got to the bed. My palm covered my mouth when I saw that he’d written that he loves me on the bed with even more flowers. Turning to look at him, an urgent sense of anticipation drove through me. Everything turned me on and I could already feel the drip between my legs, pulling him into me. I kissed him and we both fell on the bed without caring about the beautiful flowers.

Inside, the room was just as stunning as the decorations outside. The bed was breath-taking, but in a way that made me feel shy and awkward. Rose petals were scattered across the crisp white sheets, and small flickering candles added a warm glow to the room. It screamed romance—something I didn’t know how to handle. My cheeks heated as I averted my gaze, trying to focus on anything else. I quickly busied myself in the bathroom, letting the warm water from the shower relax my tense muscles. It helped, but not as much as I hoped. When I finally slid into the bed, the softness enveloped me, but sleep refused to come.

“Like what?” “Like you’re about to model for a GQ spread. We’re supposed to be fake-engaged, not starring in a Calvin Klein ad.” “Don’t blame me,” he said, climbing onto the other side of the bed. “This body is just a bonus in the fiancé package.” I rolled onto my back, sighing. “Why is there only one bed? This is a six-bedroom house. You’d think my mom would’ve thought to separate us.” Roman grinned. “She probably assumed we’re in love.” He made exaggerated air quotes with his fingers. “Which means she expects we’re already used to ‘casually rubbing parts together.’”

Then he sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling me between his splayed legs. I look around at the room, expecting to see the colorful bedroom of before. Instead, it is a replica of one of those five star hotel suite with a wall of windows offering a skyline view of New York City at night. The bed is a king size bed with a gold duvet scattered with rose petals. Rose petals line the floor as well, looking like a scene from a romance movie. Candles flicker around the room, casting the both of us in a sexy light. I look down at Raf and smile at him. Raf reaches up for the straps of the dress, tugging them down my arms. The dress drops to the floor and I stand in front of him wearing just my br

The fact that he had called me his ‘bride’ made me feel so happy and giddy inside that I felt beside myself. His bedroom was much larger than I had imagined, and it was a short walk from the door to his large king-sized bed. The deep red bedsheets with the matching red petals of red roses that had been spread on the bed felt so erotic and sexy. It felt a little strange, but I couldn’t blame the staff for trying to make our wedding night a romantic and special one.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋Chapter Twenty- two🦋 He sit me on the bed and we locked eye for a while. "Shouldn't you shower and change into something before studying"he said and I almost lost my breathe. Are you kidding me! I was expecting him to kiss me because that how a s3x scene start mostly and he ruin it. Why am I not bothered about losing my Virginity to Jeremy but it was an hard task with Jabson.

He sits up, lifting me off the bed. “Hell no—you’re not spending my money on some young asshole. I’m outliving you now—get rid of that idea.” I laugh as he carries me to the bathroom. “Fifty-five,” I say, stroking his face with a smile. “I hope so.” He kisses me deeply, endlessly, before setting me in a tub filled with water, lit candles, and red roses. “You’ve been busy—but it’s only ten a.m.” “Never too early for romance.”

Roman's eyes sparkled with hope and promise, a testament to his unwavering commitment to both me and our pack. After a while, we stepped out of the bath, wrapped in plush towels. Roman led me to the bedroom, where a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft, warm glow across the room. The bed beckoned to us, a haven of comfort and love. We lay together, our bodies entwined, our hearts connected. Roman pressed a tender kiss to my lips, his love for me evident in every touch, every caress. Our love was unbreakable, stronger than any challenge that came our way.