Romance Bed Novels & Stories

They might not have been able to spend the entire night outside, but there was no reason for them to end their date. She grinned from ear to ear as she walked out of the bathroom and found her naked, handsome mate waiting on the bed. He had lit a couple of candles and the fairy lights hung down from the four-poster bed. She never imagined him to be so romantic! This was just perfect and exactly the thing she needed to give her a bit of a morale boost. They spent the night in each other’s arms, just talking and making love. Gabriella fell asleep in Lucienne’s arms. No two people had ever loved each other more than these two.

I had seen Joshua smirk all the time and flash a mocking grin, but never a warm smile. But he was giving me one now, and it was making my stomach drop. “Separate beds, then.” I smiled back at him. “Do you know how they always have one bed in romantic movies?” He said, and he looked so serious, but I knew he was joking. I giggled loudly this time and pried his hands off my face because I felt my face turning red. “I didn’t know you watched romantic movies. Well, fair enough. You sleep on the sofa, and I’ll take the bed. Say yes, and we have a five-day deal.”

He grins. "In bed with you, babe," I go red, and his sexy chuckle makes me look away. Roman is a dangerous man, and I swear I'm gonna end up pregnant real fast after I heal. He covers me up, and I sigh.

Jennifer led Terrance to her bedroom. The room was clean and filled with romance. The lights were dimmed, scented candles giving the room a lovely smell, chocolate and rose petals on the king size bed, and red wine on the nightstand. Jennifer closed the bedroom door and stood next to it posing sexually. "So.... Is this the surprise? If so, then I am pleased.", he said with amazement. "No. This is not the surprise. But I am happy that you love how my bedroom looks.", she responded.

“Thank you, Baby. Can I make it up to you?” A flirty smile plays on my lips while I nod. “Yes, make it up to me, Luke.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He reaches over, grabs the box of chocolate ice cream cake, and sets it on the nightstand for a second. Then his hands are on me, pulling me fully onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my knees sinking into the bed on either side of his thighs. His cock is already strained, pressing right against my core, and it makes me whimper softly.

Whoever designed these suites needs to have the architectural equivalent of an Oscar award. The whole place is stunning, but it was the bedroom that stole the spotlight—a private haven that seemed to encapsulate the essence of romance and intimacy. The room is a symphony of muted colors and elegant decor, with a plush king-sized bed occupying the center. Its pristine sheets were an invitation to dreams, and the canopy above added an air of whimsical enchantment.

“I want you naked in my bed. Now.” “Oh?” I breathed, smirking. “You’ve been thinking about this?” “Thinking?” His voice went feral. “I’ve been seconds away from bending you over the throne since the ceremony started.” A shiver shot through me. He kicked our bedroom door open once we were close and carried me inside. The room was dimly lit with warm candles. The massive royal bed was covered in black silk sheets, rose petals decorating the bed in beautiful shapes. He dropped me onto the mattress…not gently.

When he was about to come, He made me swallowed it all. He carried me to the bedroom and me lay on the bed, He lift my both thighs and Enter me without any words saying. When He enter we both moan with so much pleasure. He fastened Thrusting, My body is on fire because of too much pleasure. When We both reached our orgasm, I immediately get dressed. “where are you going?” he asked. “I’m Breaking up with you, Thank you for the Break up sex” I said and went out.

This isn't a picnic for either of us, after all. He enters the master bedroom and I follow. My eyes land on a four-poster bed draped with fancy white sheets. It’s the kind of bed you see in romantic movies where people have sex with curtains billowing in the wind and there are rose petals everywhere. But that’s not us. Not even close. I look at Liam, but he doesn’t seem to notice the bed. His eyes are glued to the en suite bathroom and the massive, marble-tiled shower. The tiredness from the flight suddenly kicks in and now all I want to do is get in the shower.

“Are you calling me heavy?” “I’m calling that couch cheap.” Tessa rolled her eyes. “You can still have the bed. I’ll figure something out.” “You don’t have to do that.” He said. “Do what?” “Make things weird between us.” Roman hesitated for a long second, jaw ticking. “We can both take the bed. It’s big enough. Just…” he gestured vaguely, “…don’t hog the blanket.” Her lips curved — that tiny smirk she didn’t bother hiding. “Okay.”