Romance Sex Novels & Stories

"I'm clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications." I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman's feelings." "You say that like it's a bad thing." He took another sip of coffee. "We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get..." "Their bodies," I finished for him. "An experience," he corrected. "Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions." I snorted. "So romantic." "Romance is overrated. Sex isn't."

Even after the intense sex, I couldn’t stop wanting him. We rolled back onto the bed, sheets twisting, skin slick with new sweat. His body met mine like it was made for me. I lost my senses and control again with him. My wolf howled, demanding this. I couldn’t care about anything at this moment, not even tomorrow. Not caring if he left because whatever belongs to me will always come back to me. Because right now, he was here. Right now, he was mine. Our sex was slower this time, softer, more romantic than steamy. We didn’t last long since we were tired from the last time. We laid side by side, hands clasped, foreheads touching. Our breaths mingled, even our scents.

“What do you mean by that, Roman?” He exhaled and leaned forward slightly. “You know what I mean. Both of us, Ruby. I mean, we’ve kissed, had sex—” I rolled my eyes. “And?” Roman huffed a dry laugh. “Yeah, we’ve had sex a couple of times, but it’s like we’re just stagnant in whatever this is.” I set my fork down, suddenly losing my appetite. “Sex doesn’t determine anything between us, Roman.” “Seriously, Ruby? You of all people know that’s not true.” He tilted his head in frustration and disbelief.

I had always had this romanticized visual about sex; it had to be done for love and nothing more. Then I remembered all the experiences I had with Benedict; he was the first and only man I had ever been with. He loved to fuck, hard and fast, and we had two different views about what sex should be like. I wanted to make love to him, and he wanted nothing other than to bang sex. He took me everywhere; in the kitchen, couch, bedroom, car, and sometimes in public areas.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I frowned “What do you mean exaggerated?” “In the book, it's like sex is liberating… You can do the nastiest and dirtiest thing to your partner with consent… and it's going to be pleasurable. The acts in it are wild, the praises, the names, the way they treat each other, bringing out the beasts in themselves and managing to keep it loving and romantic. Don't you think all that is exaggerated?” She turned to meet my eyes and she held my stare, I was grateful for that. “What has sex been like for you?” I asked

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

I didn’t want her to have to relive that by talking about it. “So, the vamps don’t jerk off to porn, then?” I said light heartedly. “That’s such a disgusting thought,” she giggled. “No, they don’t. They enjoy sex, but they don’t go all goo goo over it like it’s forbidden fruit and they’ve gotten one over on you by having it. They’re open and free about it.” “I don’t understand.” “They have sex, just to have sex. It isn’t necessarily about love,” she explained. “It’s about giving and getting pleasure that comes naturally with the act.”

Her breath caught at the pleasure, at the incredible need surging through her. “Fast and hard… This time…” Romaine panted. His lips quirked, an almost-smile that charmed her, that warmed her. “Slow and easy next time?” He pressed in, the width of him stretching her opening, sending flares of liquid heat to streak through her veins. “Oh, God… King, yes!” she moaned, leaning back on her elbows because she didn’t have the strength to sit up and she wanted to watch. She wanted to see him taking her. It was one of the sexiest things ever…

Scarlet bit her finger in reticence. Ace pulled down her pants and kissed her core. She squealed in delight and covered her face with her hands in shyness. "There is nothing to feel bashful about this sweetheart. I'm yours and you are mine and we are meant to be like this forever for the rest of our lives." Ace gently pulled away her hands that covered her face. "Sex is not simply a physical gratification when it is between a man and his wife. It is the ultimate expression of love where words fall short in expression."He tells her seriously and inserts his finger in her soft folds of virginity.