Romantic Scenes In Novels & Stories

He thought I was beautiful, Olivia thought to herself. "As you know, this is not your typical action movie. It's action mixed with a fair amount of romance. Therefore, we need to see how good she acts with a partner. Is there passion and heat when the main leads gaze at each other?" The director inquired, his eyes scrutinizing Olivia. He continued, "Does she have it in her to handle romantic scenes that call for more than just a simple kiss? I need to know all this." His gaze shifted back to Reuben.

Headphones on, script in front, we're ready to go, Roman leans in, whispers, "Remember that wedding scene, don't you know?" My cheeks flush, "Which part?" I play along, Giggling, Roman's eyes sparkle, with a love so strong. "The kiss," Roman whispers, suggestive and sweet, Our lips touching, in the scene, but real, our hearts beat. I blush more, "Shh," I tease, "We're working," I say, Roman chuckles low, sultry, "Can't help it, thinking of you each day." The director's voice cracks through, "Alright, let's start,"

The voice that was released was like an intoxicating groan. Romeo touched her face, licking Rena's lips before taking a sip like lethal heroin. This is an addiction. The opium that made them both fly. The sun's rays are dimmer. The moon is rising to replace the sun. On the edge of a river with a swift current, two people make love to each other. Creates a more romantic atmosphere. Rena pressed Romeo's neck to keep him in position. She didn't want to be away from him now. She's already got a heartbreak. The lover she always dreamed of every night shadowed Romeo's face before she fell asleep.

DIRECTOR GREG SUDDENLY called us. He said that there will be some changes in the next scene. Supposedly, it should be a bedroom scene where of course, we will be doing something steamy again but he said that we should add romance on it. “Shouldn’t Dusk do this kind of scene?” I curiously asked. Not that I don’t want to do it, I’m just puzzled. And to be honest, as soon as I found out that there will be a romantic scene, I felt thrilled.

She looked as excited as a kid on Christmas, well most kids anyway, he had always been one of the exceptions. "It's nothing." He shrugged, flexing his muscles as he made the short walk to the blanket under the tree where he sat, she joined him as soon as she removed her footwear. He wondered if she knew how very romantic it seemed; protected from the gaze of the sun, shielded from all prying eyes, surrounded by beautiful landscapes of green grasses, trees and flowers glowing in rainbow. As he opened to the first page and she leaned in to get a better view, he thought about how content he felt, how very different this romantic atmosphere was, he usually only took his time to make a romantic s

he said he and accelerated the exit into me. "Ohhh" "Ugh ugh" "fuck you delicious ugh" "ohh shif faster" "tight tight you ugh" "Ohhh" "Ahh Ahh Ahh" "ugh" "fuck your tight" You hear nothing in the room but a whole growl and a moan. A moment later we were both reached our orgasm. "I love you" I said "I love you too and the starry night witness how much I love you" he said. end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

I can feel the sparks coursing through my body as we move together. As he treads water, I cling to him with my legs around his waist and my hands clasped around his neck. The sound of the waterfall drowned out the distant tweets of birds, creating a peaceful ambiance. The idyllic setting was the perfect backdrop for our romantic escape I couldn't imagine a more beautiful place to be. With each inch his hands move up my thighs, my desire builds, and I can feel my pussy aching with need.

Although, during these days of not having the real thing, the stand-in had become increasingly important. Nina and Martin went shopping and then watched a romantic movie together. The main characters were holding hands and slowly kissing due to their mutual affection. Nina was watching intently when suddenly she felt warmth on her hand. She paused and looked down. A hand was resting on hers—Martin’s. Honestly, Martin had nice hands. They were long and elegant. A simple filter on a photo of his hand could make hand enthusiasts swoon. Nina's hand was on the armrest, and Martin's hand was on top of hers.

In a room draped with too much redness, thin translucent curtains hung at the sides of the bed covering two exposed bodies intertwined together so that nothing could fit in between, a sweet fragrance littered all over the place accompanied by glowing candles that gave light to the room which was filled with a romantic feel. Smooch. Lips smacked against each other making smooching sounds that seemed to excite the two men expressing their love through physical torments. Gasps and moans conquered the place. Tongues rolled against each other, fighting for dominance. And saliva flowed from one source to the other leaving a trail of a watery and shiny strand that connected on the tip of their tong

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."