Romantic Bedtime Stories For Adults の小説・ストーリー

He growled and leaned forward, taking my nipple in his mouth. "Mhmmmm fuck.." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Don't stop." He moved faster. Our bodies slammed together, skin on skin, his cock hitting deep, and right where i needed it. "Take this dick, Ashley," he breathed. "Ride me just like that." I cried out, gripping his shoulders, rolling my hips fast. "You're so thick." "You can take it," he grunted, holding my waist tighter. "Let me feel that pussy."

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

Usually during storms, I liked sleeping beside someone. Someone comforting. Someone warm. But tonight? That absolutely could not happen. Because downstairs was Sebastian. And after that kiss… I already knew what would happen if I knocked on his bedroom door. My body betrayed me just thinking about it. I buried my face into the pillow angrily. “This is ridiculous.” The storm continued all night. Thunder cracked loudly every few minutes, making me jump each time. Sleep became impossible. So instead, I stayed awake staring at the ceiling while my thoughts tortured me endlessly.

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft domination The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.

Ellen’s POV “Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work. We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear. I can’t even sleep properly because these two decide to have sex every night, it’s not even helping me because my hormones feel like I’m the one beneath Cane, or right above him, riding him like my life depends on it.

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

My hips bucked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the pleasure. Just as I felt myself getting close, right on the edge, he suddenly stopped. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and throbbing with need. “Be patient, baby,” he said, voice husky and teasing. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine. “I want you in a proper bed where I can take my time with you.”

She leaned down and sucked one of Belle's nipples into her mouth, biting just hard enough to make Belle gasp and squirm under her. Then she moved to me, doing the same, sucking hard on my nipple while her fingers pinched Belle's other nipple. Her fingers reached for the nightstand candle that had been lit in the room before her arrival and held it above Belle's chest, tilting it till hot wax dripped on Belle's breasts. "Ahh, yes", Belle whimpered softly, arching her back against the bed. With a smirk, she did the same to me, letting the wax land just above my hard nipples, the stinging heat blooming into pleasure as the wax cooled and hardened.

I run my hand up and down his necked chest and pull him closer so that he can give me my goodnight kiss. The kiss which is supposed to short and simple turns into a long passionate kiss filled with desire and love. I wish I could kiss all his pain away. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in the eyes. "Sleep," he commands and I nod. God knows how late it is. I hope I can make back home in time tomorrow. Anyway, that shouldn't bother me right now. I rest my head in his chest and cuddle up in his embrace. I shouldn't have asked him to tell me the story tonight because all I dream of when I close my eyes is Werewolves fighting Vampires.