Novel & Cerita Romance Sleeping

★JANIE★ With my face huddled against his bare chest, I lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully. His arms wrapped around my waist in a possessive way and, the both of us fell asleep right after making love and having small talk. "Hmmm." I wiggled my head from left to right, trying to set free from the hair disturbing my face. Then smiled in my sleep the moment Luciano's fingers curled around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to his chest.

he commented with a chuckle, also still leaving kisses and smells on my face and collarbone. “How can I sleep if you are determined to keep me awake?” I then said I was complaining, but the silly smile on my lips ended up giving away my real feelings. “A good question. Now tell me, too: how can I fall asleep knowing that the woman I love most in life is sleeping right next to me, um?” He was so romantic, saying those words with that seductive morning voice of his. “The woman you love most? Hmm, hard to believe.” I lightly bit my lower lip, still feeling the sensation of the gods that he managed to make me tell a little; after all, his hands were on my body, caressing me and making me shiver

Sinclair When I wake, it’s to the feeling of Ella’s round bottom undulating against my hard cock. Her back is flush to my chest, her naked body perfectly cushioned by my much larger form on one side, and the boundary of her nest on the other. I have no doubt I was already swollen with arousal when she roused, as sleeping beside her every night is an ever-increasing challenge, especially now that our relationship has become overtly romantic. I fell asleep with her honeyed nectar still lingering on my tongue, after yet another session of pleasuring Ella unconscious to try and pacify her wolf.

I whispered, my fingers trailing down his chest, carefully caressing the muscles beneath his shirt. His eyes darkened as they locked onto mine, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re a good liar,” he said, his voice hoarse. I let my hand wander up to his neck, my fingers grazing the skin there softly. “Maybe I’m not lying,” I murmured, leaning in, my lips almost brushing his. “Why don’t we sleep together tonight?” The horror and excitement that flashed across his face were almost comical. He swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. “Not have sex,” I clarified with a smirk, leaning back slightly. “Just sleep. Cuddle, talk?”

As the final tremors of their shared ecstasy subsided, I and Roman clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat. We sank onto the kitchen floor, a tangled heap of limbs and discarded clothes, my head resting on his chest as his heartbeat gradually slowed from a frantic drum to a steady rhythm. Neither of us spoke; words felt unnecessary in the afterglow, where the raw vulnerability we’d exposed wrapped around us like a warm blanket. Exhaustion claimed us both swiftly, pulling us into a deep, dreamless sleep right there on the cool tiles, our breaths synchronizing in the quiet house.

Chelsea I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Roman’s texts, heard his voice in my head calling me baby girl. My pussy stayed wet and aching all night. I came twice more, just rereading our messages, before I finally passed out. Morning came too slow. I walked into the kitchen still in my tiny sleep shorts and tank top, hair messy, pretending I was normal. Mom was at the counter pouring coffee. Roman sat at the table scrolling through his phone, already dressed for work in dark scrubs that hugged his broad shoulders.

“I don’t think so.” She stares at him, fascinated. “That’s romantic. Like, really romantic. Is it for real? Do people do that in their sleep? Can you learn that? I wanna learn that.” “He’s not awake.” “That’s the point! He loves you so much he kisses you even when he’s not conscious. That’s deep love. Like, ocean deep. Mariana Trench deep.” I press my hand to my mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly. “You know, you’ve got a husband who kisses you in his sleep. I’ve got a wife who hugs me like a stuffed animal.” She glances at Maya. “She’s gonna be so embarrassed when she wakes up.”

' Looks like he hasn't shaved his face clean for the past months,' I chuckled , within. Suddenly he turned towards my side, his hand pulled me close by waist. Leaning close to me Loren murmured in his sleep," Martina... Baby I miss you..." His voice was deep, passionate and hoarse enough to give sensual feelings. His hands moved up to my face. Rubbing his thumb on my lips he kissed softly on my forehead. ' Is this man sleeping and having romantic dreams about me! Woah! That's unexpected. Wake up and do whatever shit you want with me,' I pouted my lips and slightly smacked his hands off my face.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance fueled by a shared longing. Then, with a gasp that echoed in her ears even after waking, Kate found herself on top of deimon He leaned back, a newfound peace settling over him. Maybe a cold shower and a movie night weren't so bad after all. The gentle rise and fall of Deimon's chest beside her lulled Kate into a comfortable sleep. The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists.

Inside, Dominic froze, cock twitching at her voice. He swallowed hard, begging silently for strength. “Nothing should happen, please,” he said, voice strained as he cracked the door. His eyes dropped—taking in the red lingerie, nipples visible through the mesh, the sheer thong hugging her mound. He swallowed again, spit thick in his throat, cock hardening instantly against his boxers. “Yes,” she whispered, stepping inside. “Nothing. Just sleep.” They climbed into his narrow bed, lamp off, rain pounding like a drum.