Romantic Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

Then Kaida’s mouth found the sensitive spot where Desirée’s neck met her shoulder, her cool lips and the subtle scrape of her fangs sending shivers of pure, erotic terror and delight down Desirée’s spine. “That’s it, my love,” Kaida whispered into her skin, her voice a silken caress. “Let go for us.” Conor’s mouth was driving her insane. His tongue fucked her in shallow thrusts before returning to circle her clit. The dual sensation of Kaida’s cool, deliberate touch and Conor’s hot, hungry mouth was too much. Desirée’s hips bucked off the counter, her hands tangling in Conor’s wild hair. Pleasure, sharp and blinding, ripped through her. She came with a shattered scream, her pussy clenching a

“Round one more time before we head back, baby. Let’s celebrate properly.” He entered her slowly, then fucked her with deep, claiming strokes — a perfect mixture of love and raw lust. Their moans echoed through the cabin as they reached climax together one final time. Their forbidden story wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

I rocked back and forth with my body bouncing against his hips while he rode my ass. It was like those pornos I had watched alone in my bedroom when I was in the mood. I was a sexual person but I had waited until I found someone worthy and he was more than just worthy of taking my precious flower. He was every girls fantasy. He was my fantasy too.

I wasn't careful. It was rough, hungry, desperate—like something he’d been holding back for years finally breaking free. I moaned into his mouth, tasting him, rain and salt and something deep and addictive. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he backed me into the wall. I kissed him like I was trying to erase everything that hurt. Everything that came before. When his hands slid down to my thighs and he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. The heat between us made me gasp. I was already so wet, and I knew he felt it too.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

I said, moaning as my hands got busy with her hair, slightly pulling,then massaging her scalp, making her relax more into me as I claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I sat on his thighs, moaning and feeling the moisture in between my core. But I thought it was a taboo for a king to kiss or mate his pet,but why’s mine different? As if to answer my question,he turned me over in a way that he was lying on top of me on his king sized bed. His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed.