Romance Bed Novels & Stories

My hands were tangled in the sheets and I let out a loud moan, arching off the bed even more as pleasure engulfed me, tugging me into a swirl of nerve wracking heat that had me gasping for breath. And yet, Luca had said he had barely started with me. After he climbed up the stairs with me in his arms, he had dropped me at the foot of the bed, and instantly, my eyes had drunk up the look of the romantically decorated room. Flowers petals were still scattered over the floor, leading to the huge bed in a heart sharp that made my breath catch in my throat as I took in the romantic setting before me. My attention got stolen by Luca once again whose hands framed my waist, sliding over my bare assc

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.

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

prominently displayed above the bed. The decorator agreed, and soon Mark’s apartment was buzzing with activity. The decorators worked quickly, filling the room with balloons in various shades of pink and red. The banner was hung carefully above the bed, the words bold and inviting. The room was transformed into a romantic paradise, a place where dreams could come true. Mark watched as the decorators worked, his heart swelling with anticipation. He could already picture Lily’s reaction, the look of surprise and joy on her face when she walked into the room. He wanted the evening to be perfect, a moment they would both remember forever.

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.

He says, taking out the key and handing it to me, and I open the room, of course, falling into dismay again after the door opens. The well-spread white-themed queen-size bed has a love sign on it made of roses, and the floor is still filled with balloons. My, my, my! There are two empty glasses and a bottle of what? Champaign again, or wine? I don't know. I walk to the edge of the bed, straightening my hand toward Andy, who is observing me from the door. He locks the door and walks to me, making me. When I stop before him, I want nothing but to kiss him, and I do so. Slowly and gently, he pushes me onto the bed, hovering over me, and we spend minutes kissing gently. Those slow, soft kisses s

“I want Roman to make me cum.” He didn't look pleased with it, but he stepped aside, about to get off the bed when I said, “Come here.” He came back to me with the lust in his eyes growing while Roman got into the bed, his face right between my legs, and I spread my legs wider to accommodate his much wider shoulders. He didn't waste any time and got to work.