Romance Sex Novels & Stories

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.

“ No. Well, it was the best I have ever had in years. In my dream, I woke up to see you standing beside my window, you were staring at me with this cute smile you always give to me. I was. . . I was getting uncomfortable with the way you stood there so, I invited you to lay with me. But honestly, I didn’t just want you to lay with me. .” She paused for a while and he looked interested to know what next she was going to say. “. . .I wanted you on me and. . in me. But, I didn’t let it continue, so I woke up.” “ Why?” He asked with a smile. “ Because. . . it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.” “ You want a real one?” He asked. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

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.

Zuri said. I grabbed her hand and held it in mine as we walked. “Well, I’m no gentleman in the bedroom.” She squeezed my hand, “that’s not what I’ve heard.” She took a deep breath as if she was preparing herself, “I’m not expecting anything here, Roman. I know you’re not someone who ever dates a girl for longer than a few dates. But I should warn you, I don’t just have sex with someone after one date. I actually want to get to know them. I’m not saying this to try and change you. We don’t have to fall in love, but I do have to like you for me to have sex.”

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…

I don't care whatever way she does it, but this is my fantasy, which I need to fulfill. "Hey!" I called at her just as she was at the door. She turned, tears in her eyes, but I don't care. She can cry blood if she wants. "I don't do forced sex. Convince her. It has to be consensual, okay? Now use the door, please." I smiled wryly, and she stomped out. I could hear her faint whimper as she jammed the door. I burst into mockery laughter at the pitiful and pathetic girl. I really wish this was my mate acting this way. That maid is really beautiful, even with her tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

She sucked me for several minutes before she straddled me and stuffed my cock into her pussy. As Sharon began to ride me, we looked deeply into each other's eyes. This was more than just sex, there was no doubt there was a romantic connection between us. Sex is so much better when there is that connection, this was more than a needed sexual release. I grabbed Sharon's butt cheeks as she rode my cock. She would lean over at times to kiss me or to feed me her tiny tits.

Lena wrapped a leg around him, pulling him deeper, her nails raking down his back as the tension coiled tighter. Their rhythm grew frantic, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex. Jason's thrusts became erratic, his cock swelling inside her. With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core.

All I saw was hesitation. Anger and sexual desire are strong, overpowering forces. They are both forms of passion. When a couple engages in ravenous, unbridled sex because they are angry or enraged, it's the best thing. It tops love making for many reasons. It serves as a make-up tool when words can't be exchanged, to avoid saying hurtful things. It is the only exception to riling up your partner and giving him or her a good spanking – with consent, of course – without the fear of abuse. We both may not be able to walk the next day, but it's worth it.

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!”