Romantic Bedtime Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Channy's palm began to rub Rome's cock, causing Rome to moan and drag her body closer to his, at which point his palms landed on her ass and grasped her buttocks. For a little minute, their lips parted to catch their breath. Channy was ready to kiss Rome again when Rome carried her in a bridal manner towards the bed and pushed her onto the bed without warning. Channy would rise but could not do so when Rome hovered over her and kissed her again. This time, his kiss was desperate, rougher, and harsher, but she loved it. She likes it when he is rough on her.

As his hands squeezed and released her ass, she let herself fall into the flow of her own yearning and when his tongue circled around her clit again, she cried out his name and flooded him with her desire. They didn’t go back to the table. Louis drove her to his apartment. He lowered the lights in his bedroom and lit a candle. With as much restraint as he could, he took the clothes from her body. He saw her looking around his room as she leaned back on her elbows on his bed and knew that he would do anything to make this night be magical for her. He had waited only a few months to share this with her, but she had waited a lifetime. He kissed her. She was more relaxed now, but also more excit

Sharon giggled. “You know what the good news is? We can have as many as we want. Together.” She kissed Beth’s lips with light feathery touches that were more affectionate. “And trust me, we’re going to have a lot of sex together from now on. You’re so gorgeous.” Beth slid into her arms and the two women laid together, kissing gently and talking about how amazing it was feeling their bodies together. They started to talk about fantasies and things that they wanted to explore. And the fact they still had two nights remaining to spend together in the hotel suite in paradise.

Rene’s POV The rain beat hard against my bedroom window. I looked over at my empty bed, rubbing the cool emptiness. If Nathan were there, he’d wrap his long legs around me, as he embraced her. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We have to have a little rain if we want the flowers,” he’d always say. I thought about calling Lisa, but changed my mind when I looked at the time on my phone. It was nearly 3 a.m. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and reached for the remote. After a few times scrolling through the channels, I couldn’t find anything to watch that interested me. I looked at my phone and, without thinking, decided to FaceTime the one person who i thought could be up.

It had become a part of me, a permanent weight that reminded me of the night the rain lashed against a penthouse window in New York. Julian didn’t look up, but his hand reached out as I approached, his fingers finding my hip and pulling me closer. “You’re late waking up, little thief,” he murmured, his voice still holding that jagged, sinful edge that made my blood run hot. “I was tired,” I replied, leaning against him. “You didn’t exactly let me sleep.” He finally looked up, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He set the coffee down and pulled me onto his lap, his hands possessive as they slid under the silk of my robe.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

He climbed onto the bed. "What are you doing? I'm sore!" I cried out. My arse was still recovering from the exercise we had done in the afternoon. I didn't think I could endure another one. "Not if I heal you," he whispered into my ears. "Vampires are good healers, don't you know?" Shit. I swallowed. I was in for a long night. If only he didn't kill me before the break of day.

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“The lonely nights in this temple of words. The fantasies that keep you warm. You dream of hands that are not timid. Of a mouth that does not ask, but takes. You dream of being utterly, completely possessed.” Cora’s breath hitched. He was voicing every secret yearning she had ever buried. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She could only watch, transfixed, as he raised a hand and gestured around them. The library melted away, the shelves of books dissolving into the stone walls of a lavish chamber. A large, canopied bed dominated the space, piled with silks and furs, and the air was warm and scented with exotic oils. It was a scene straight from the most vivid of her fantasies.

I tucked them behind my ear and glanced at Tom. He leaned casually against the wall, the moonlight accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw. His messy black hair fell across his forehead, making him look even more irresistible. “Then tell me,” Tom coaxed, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “You can’t call me your boyfriend if you keep your sexual fantasies from me.” I inhaled deeply, my pulse quickening. Tilting my head back, I bit gently on my lower lip before meeting his gaze again. Excitement sparkled in my eyes.