Romance Sex Novels & Stories

The newly exposed skin of my chest is instantly covered as Rhode dots kisses and soft bites across the skin, his hips continuously rocking into me. The bookshelf behind me digs into the skin of my bag but I don't even care, in fact I think I rather like it. A lot of the time when Rhode and I have sex it's very slow and smooth and romantic, but other times it's hard and fast and rough. Comparing the two is really like comparing apples and oranges, I like both ways a lot, it truly just depends on the mood we're in. And right now this is what we both want and need, to just bury ourselves in one another. I'm completely consumed by him; in the way he smells, his lips on my chest, his hands on m

I could feel the heat radiating from her, and my cock twitched in anticipation. Romeo joined us on the bed, his fingers deftly undoing the ties of my robe. He kissed my neck, his tongue tracing a line down my chest. I moaned, arching my back as his mouth found my nipple. Marlene moved lower, her fingers teasing the waistband of my panties. She looked up at me, her eyes full of mischief. "You know what I want, angel." I nodded, spreading my legs wider. She pulled my panties aside, revealing my hard cock. She wrapped her lips around it, her tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as she took me deeper.

Ford chuckled as he gave me a quick peck on the lips, “your love has given me the permission to speak freely in a way. Perhaps underneath the mask and the arrogance there is secretly a romantic man.” “There is. A very romantic, handsome, and wonderful man, and I can probably say nice things about you, but not right now, because you kind of almost made me cry, and now I can’t think of anything except that you’re really beautiful and I love you, and um, can we kiss now, or I might never stop rambling?” Of course my wonderful mate began kissing me. And then we had sex. Slow sex. Like, too romantic. Like when I came, I actually cried a little, and then he wiped away my tears very romantically an

… During lunch break, Chris and Page had lunch the cafeteria prepared in his office. Then, they rested at the mini lounge. Right after Paige took her jacket off, Chris got on top of her. Paige looked at him in shock and disbelief. He wanted to have sex again? Chris answered her with actual actions. He ravaged her on the couch. While Paige was being ravaged, a random thought rushed into her mind. He wanted her to intern at his company, not because he wanted her to learn or do anything. He simply wanted her as a sex partner that he could use at any time of the day in the office.

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

Roman’s movements were jerky and desperate, and when she finally started to fall, he came right along with her. His breathing was as harsh as hers when she slumped against him to catch her breath. "You're right. I love to fuck you. I love how you taste. I love the sounds you make. I love how you respond to me," Roman said, still breathless. "But this isn’t just about sex.” She chuckled and lifted her head from him. “We’ve had sex in a garden and then your car in the middle of nowhere because we couldn’t wait to get home. It is about sex, Roman. But that’s okay. Other people don’t have what we have,” she said.

“You can give up. I mean dates aren’t like love speeches; you actually have to spend time in his company, doing what lovers do.” I groan. “I can spend time with him.” “Without sexualizing everything?” I eye her. Again, she shrugs. “I can. He is fun. But the doing those cringe things. Is that really necessary?” “Of course it is. He is a romantic, and nothing those people love more than romance.” Jessica adds. I groan in frustration, the price I have to pay for Vaughn given orgasms. My core tightens when I remember the first one. Totally worth it.

"Then, I'll help you to get rid of your boredom," Darren said, chuckling as he leaned down on Hannah. His astringent pine scent engulfed her in a whiff, sending her into a flurry of ethereal dreams. The car partition blocked the driver's view, and they seemed to be more aware of each other's presence in this narrow space. Their lips collided in a fiery embrace, setting the air around them ablaze with an unmistakable hint of sexual tension.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.