Romance Sex Novels & Stories

"I don't think you're ready for sex yet. If we continue, I don't think I can help myself anymore." I sighed in relief, a wide grin spreading across my face. I pushed Romario back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. "I want you, Master. I really do." Romario's eyes flashed with desire, but he tried to protest. I silenced him with a passionate kiss, rubbing my body against his hardened manhood. Romario took control as he turned me around, his hands caressed my thighs, “yes ..master,” I moaned out in pleasure. Romario skillfully took off my dress and I was laid bare before him. I tried to hide my body with my hands but Romario held the hands. “You're so beautiful baby,” he muttered as he ki

After the shower, he would either go to the office to work or leave the house entirely. There were no cuddles. No kisses. No soft touches or caresses. No sweet or dirty talk. Our sex was just that: sex. Swift, formulaic, and completely unromantic. The only time I got what novels always talk about was when we first slept together and he thought I was Emma. That was a long time ago. And over the years, he has proven that he isn’t a bad sexual partner; it’s just me he didn’t want. “Are you ready to see what I have to show?” he asks.

This is just consensual sex between a man and a woman who are both feeling a little lonely at the moment and are in need of a bit of adventure in a foreign land. Nothing more.

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.

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

Romano adjusted his body in between her thighs as he kissed her and pushed his cock inside her wet core with slow and easy thrusts and heard Shelly moan with pleasure and after a few seconds he started pounding hard inside her and Shelly cried. “Yes, yes Romano harder. Fill me with your seed.” Romano was excited as hell as he pushed home without any reservation and filled her with his seed again and again till they were exhausted. But Romano stayed inside her as he didn’t want to anger her and also because he was enjoying it. Never had he fucked anyone so sexy and wanted to keep on fucking her. He had his mouth on her breasts as he held her body. Shelly was tired but was enjoying his touche

“That his wife is here with me, legs spread, panting from just the feel of my mouth on her most intimate parts.” Mara stared up at him, hollowed out and full at the same time. The shame was there, but beneath it, warmer and stronger, was a terrifying sense of rightness. This was wrong. This was her brother, but her body had never felt more alive. Dominic had never kissed her there. He said it was messy and wasn't necessary, even though she always went down on him whenever he wanted. He just didn't want to return the favour. Instead, he made her feel disgusting for wanting it whenever she asked for one.

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.

I jumped, spinning around. He was standing there in the dim lamplight, arms crossed, looking equal parts shocked and annoyed. “You can’t learn sex from videos. It’s not a chemistry class, for fuck’s sake. Those are actors, staged for cameras. Real sex? It’s messy, personal, about connection and communication. Not some formula you memorize.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I stood up, facing him. We were close…too close. Close to the point I could smell his body wash.