Novel & Cerita Romance Sex

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.

I stared at him gently and yet softly. “I owe you big time,” I said subtly. He looked at me while asking me why. “It’s because you make me feel fucking good, just like a woman should!” “Give me more of your goddamn pussy, boo!” he requested while I spread my legs wider. And wider! And wider! And wider! Just until my pussy dripped of water and I couldn’t take it any longer. Romance never had to be about sex; it was just about two souls, two hemispheres, who would come together to be one.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

I relaxed, giving them the dominance they really desired. From my right boobs, Constantine went over my left, squeezing them when he lifted his face up. Alexandro's lips kissed mine in a light kiss, I giggled. It didn't matter that they touched me so many times, I never got tired instead I was begging for more from them. That's the power my Alphas have on me when it comes to sex and romance. Constantine then trailed his tongue down my body, stopping at my navel for a moment before moving down to my wetness. I squirmed. While he steadied here, I could hear my heart pump so hard, he was just a step below me, even my pussy pulsated.

His touch ignited a fire within her, a flame that flickered and grew with every kiss, every caress. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the air was filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine's arousal and the musky tang of Ramon's desire. The sound of their ragged breathing, the soft gasps and moans, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

I answer. "What rules?" "First, if we do sleep toge-" "We will," he interrupts me and I give him a stink eye to which he shrugs. "After we sleep together, we both go to our separate rooms. No cuddling." I need the sex to be as detached from anything romantic as much as possible. The shock is obvious on his face, but he doesn't comment on it; instead, he nods. "Ok. What next?" "We don't mix pleasure with work. We only have sex at home." I wait for his response.

“Want you to come first.” He shifted angle—hit that spot again. And again. Jax’s cock rubbed between their stomachs. Slick everywhere. The room smelled like them—mixed scents, sex, need. Jax came hard—spilling between them with a broken cry. Body clenching around Ronan. Ronan groaned—deep, guttural. Thrust once, twice—then the knot caught. Locked. Heat flooded Jax—Ronan spilling deep, pulse after pulse. Knot swelling thicker, sealing them together.

Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly. “I would like to fuck you like this. Imagine the two of us in that playroom.” Her breath hitches. “It means we will have sex in the open?” she asks me wide eyed. I take her palm and kiss her fingers. “No… Sex on stage is not tolerated. Although players can have sex in playrooms… Like they are having.”

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

"That was awesome." "You don't think it was wrong? I mean, that was basically incest." "Well, maybe a little naughty, but not like, wrong wrong. And it definitely wasn't incest. We didn't have sex." "I know it wasn't sex but...I think it rates a little more than 'a little naughty,' don't you think?" Roman smiled. "Really naughty, then. Really, really naughty." Angelica giggled and then straightened up. "Roman. What we did was...nice, and I liked it. Even though I think it was a little more than 'really naughty." She paused. "But, Roman.... We cannot have sex."