Romance Bed Novels & Stories

Bethel's Pov: He carried me into the room and laid me carefully on the bed, resting my head on a pillow. I was putting on a singlet and the shape of my pointed bre*sts could clearly be seen as I laid upwards. He took off the rings on his fingers and kept them on the table before coming to join me on the bed. He came in between my legs and since I was putting on a short, nothing was revealed yet. "Are you okay?" He asked softly as he stared into my eyes.

I backed him out of the shower, water pooling at our feet on the marble floor, not caring about the mess. We stumbled into the bedroom, a trail of wet footprints marking our path. The grand, canopied bed, adorned with rose petals for our wedding night, awaited. I didn’t lay him down gently. I pushed him onto the mattress, his body a beautiful, pale contrast against the dark silk sheets. The rose petals scattered, crushed beneath us, releasing their sweet, cloying scent into the air.

His expression softened, and he kissed me once more, the intensity rising as we began to lose ourselves in each other again. “Bedroom?” I asked breathlessly. “Fuck yes.” We dashed up the stairs, giggling like teenagers in love. Suddenly, Roman scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style to our bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us and, in our eagerness, we fell onto the couch instead of making it to the bed. Clothes quickly became a hindrance and were discarded haphazardly. It had been days since we had been this close, and our desperation was clear. Before I knew it, Roman’s mouth was between my legs, licking me.

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

The bed is humongous, probably the biggest bed I have ever seen and it is covered in rose petals the way you see in the movies, when it's their anniversary or something. There are more vases of flowers around the room and there is a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne sitting in it. I feel like I'm in a scene from a romance movie and I love it. I walk over running my hand across the bed. It's as soft as it looks. "What do you think baby girl?"

The air was filled with the delicate scent of roses and vanilla, a sweet aroma that mingled with the soft strains of a romantic melody playing in the background. Rose petals were scattered across the bed and the floor, adding a touch of elegance and sensuality. The bed itself was adorned with a lavish spread of silky sheets, the deep blue and white fabric glistening under the candlelight. The room was set up perfectly for an unforgettable evening. Rion gently placed me on the bed, his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of love and anticipation. He took a moment to admire the scene around us before turning his full attention to me. His gaze was intense, filled with a desire that mirrored my own

What she saw took her breath away. The room was a vision of romance, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Rose petals were scattered across the bed in a delicate pattern, their deep red color contrasting beautifully against the crisp white sheets. Balloons in shades of pink and red floated gently in the air, adding a playful yet elegant touch to the scene. But what caught her attention the most was the large banner hanging above the bed. The words "Will you be my girlfriend?" were written in bold, elegant script, a question that made her heart swell with emotion.

And I did, my jaws almost hitting the floor. If the sitting room impressed me, it held no candle to the bedroom. A king-sized bed rested in the middle of the room. A red curtain was used on the poles around the bed, open enough to show what it had within it. The bedding was red. There were no roses on the bed, which worked so much for me, but the vibe the room gave out, was a romantic one. A black couch rested on the wall, not too far from the bed. "We would leave you to rest, darling," Mike said as he placed a kiss on my forehead, winking at me.

So she came down from the counter and took him to their room and shut the door with the keys. It was fascinating that they didn’t have to talk to know what they both wanted. She could hear his wild thoughts as she lay on the bed and started to stroke her clit with her finger, but Roman wasn’t just going to stand there and watch her make him rock hard, he joined her on the bed and kissed her and stoked her clit instead while she rubbed his crotch with her hand.

she whispered, her thumb swiping over the pre-cum beading at the tip. I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch. "Fuck, Marlene..." She smirked, pushing me gently onto the bed. "Why don't you get comfortable? Romeo here is all yours." I lay back, my cock standing at attention, as Romeo climbed onto the bed, straddling me. He reached behind him, his fingers teasing my length, making me shudder. "Fuck, you're big," he muttered, his eyes rolling back as he guided me to his entrance. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."