Romance Bed Novels & Stories

He looks less than impressed, as if we had just walked into Motel 6. The bed is the centerpiece of the room, a king-size four-poster with a thick, plush mattress and silky sheets. I can't help but think that this is something straight out of a romance novel. I look at the rose petals scattered all over the room and a giant jacuzzi tub that looks inviting. I gulp. Is he going to expect me to get in it later? I slowly walk over to the bed and sit down, my heart thumping in my chest. I hear Vincent walking over to me, and I want to get up and hurl my body out the window. I can't bear the thought of giving this man my virginity tonight.

NICOLE By the time we make it to the private room, I'm soaked. I barely pay attention to the room apart from the round bed covered in silk black sheets right in the center of the room. On the wall across from the bed is a shelf with all sorts of toys. The nightstand has a bowl filled with condoms. Roman's lips are on my neck as soon as we enter the room. He starts to tug at my dress in a way that suggests he wants to tear it right off my body. I stop him and put some distance between us.

With a satisfied smile, I returned to the room to finish the little tour. There was also a small but comfortable kitchen stocked with the necessary, and following a short corridor I came across the room. In the center of it was a king bed with a canopy and mosquito net with white sheets, a light-colored hammock, wicker furniture that I doubted my whole being could be hold, and another coffee table, everything gave a romantic and cozy atmosphere, but I couldn’t do anything because of the curiosity that seized me when I saw the bed, so approaching it, I supported my hand and pushed, feeling how it moved in gentle undulations.

I trailed off when I noticed the anger that seemed to be brewing in his blue depths. Did I read him wrong? “I will not be leaving my bedroom for you!” Roman declared. “Our bedroom,” I corrected with a cough, “Please?” I added with a small smile, hoping I could soften the iceberg a bit. He didn’t budge, I heard his teeth gritting as he worked his jaw, seemingly considering my words. There’s no way in hell I’m sharing a bed with a man I just met, no matter how hot he is! He mumbled something under his breath. Another Russian curse, I realized.

A single lamp glows on a side table, casting an amber pool over a scratched mahogany desk buried under a mess of bottles and half-empty glasses. My eyes wander to the bed, and I almost puke at the sight of all the 'effort'. There are rose petals sprinkled all over the king-sized bed, a desperate attempt at romance that feels as cheap as it looks. The petals are bruised and browning at the edges, scattered unevenly like someone watched a soap opera and decided this was how seduction worked. A satin sheet—champagne gold—stretches tight across the mattress, glinting under the dim lamp like liquid metal. Two heart-shaped pillows sit awkwardly in the center, trying too hard to be cute.

Watching couples getting to their heat like a wild animal. I don’t know how he got me to his bed, but I was surprised that his bed wasn’t hard. It’s airbed and sure not hot to feel if you ever want to take a nap. I hope Lorenzo and I just brought like this bed. Because I was not able to prepare so my other equipment was also lacking. If I had the right time to prepare, I might as well have thought of bringing something like this.

The king-sized bed was already turned down, the crisp white sheets smelling faintly of fresh linen and lavender. Roman guided her to the edge of the mattress, gently lowering her down onto the soft duvet. Juliet let out a long, luxurious sigh, collapsing back onto the plush pillows, her dark hair fanning out around her head like a dark halo. The midnight-emerald silk gown pooled around her bare legs, its gold-threaded waist highlighting her slender, breathtaking curves. Roman knelt beside the bed on one knee, his broad frame towering over the mattress. With slow, painstaking care, he reached down, unzipping the back of her gown just enough so she could breathe comfortably, ensuring the heavy

"Please. God, yes." They guide me to the bedroom together, hands all over me, keeping me in a constant state of arousal. The bed is massive, a king-sized oasis with crisp white sheets that seem to glow in the dim lamplight. Ellis helps me onto the mattress while Margot strips out of her dress behind us, revealing a body I've only imagined until now.

The portable bed was a half foot or so lower than the regular beds, and wedged tightly between them, causing Ron to have to enter and exit from the foot of his narrow bed. After discreetly peering down the neckline of all three of his roommate's gowns as they positioned and repositioned the bed, Ron was once again feeling rather horny by the time they all retired for the night. Thoroughly replaying each and every tempting encounter of their trip over and over in his mind, Ron began to let his thoughts drift into numerous fantasies about what could have happened in each situation. Almost without fail, each fantasy led to him fucking Pam as she knelt before him, her perfect ass wiggling seduct

He slowly puts me on the top of the bed and puts a cushion on my head, I feel like a princess, touched by a prince charming. He passes his lips over my mouth, licking me hard while his hands open my legs again and he slowly enters me. I blindly squirm and he tries to keep me calm in place, while he thrusts into me hard, making the bed move and squeak, even though it is hard and somewhat thin. The pleasure runs through my hips until I reach the point of screaming and scratching his back. He kissed me one last time, and then walked away from me a little, while he held me in his arms and kissed my hair.