Romantic Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.

I came again with a broken moan, walls clenching tight around him as my whole body shook. Greg groaned loudly and thrust up into me a few more times before he followed, flooding me with heat. I felt every pulse as he emptied himself inside me. For a moment, the only sound was our heavy breathing. Then the haze of sex started to lift, and reality crashed back in hard.

His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips. “You’re beautiful like this,” he said. “Flushed and taking what you want.” I leaned down to kiss him. “I want you. All of you.” We went for another round like that, then switched so he was on top. He took his time, thrusting deep and steady. We whispered secrets, fears, hopes. How scared he was about his job. How I worried about graduating and leaving this place behind. The conversation made the sex feel bigger than just bodies. It felt real.

He kissed me on the lips towards my neck while his hand was on my breast and licked it, of all the times I had sex with other boys, you can only set my body into fire and felt a strange warmth in my body, Fabian kissed me neck and sucked it a bit so I moaned, his kiss went down to my shoulders and chest so I slowly lay down while fabian was still kissing me down, he stopped in the middle of my thigh he did not think twice to lick it and suck it over and over again. He inserted his tongue and twisted it I felt the itch so I just moaned loudly because of pleasure. I could not imagined that this is happening now gosh it’s my dream to have sex with him. I was bent down while Fabian is thrusting

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Perhaps it's not that unusual, but I really want more variety in our love making. She likes a straightforward fuck every once in a while, but mostly we just masturbate each other, maybe every week or so. She doesn't like oral sex and doesn't like me to touch her bottom and anal sex is out of the question. That causes me to think about sex more than a man my age should.

“I love sex. I love cocks ramming up inside me. I love getting tied up and spanked on my pussy. I love shaving myself so I can be perfectly bare all over just for you.” Frank answered each confession with a deep grunt of pleasure. He was losing it now and so was I. The prim Victorian bed squeaked beneath us. I jerked my hips up and up, desperate in my need, the knot of pleasure in my belly growing hotter and bigger until it exploded, bursting from my throat in a wail of release. Abandoning all propriety now, Frank bellowed rudely as he came into me: fuck oh fuck Eva fuck. Afterward we lay in each other’s arms, marveling again that each time brought something wonderful and new.

Roman’s movements were jerky and desperate, and when she finally started to fall, he came right along with her. His breathing was as harsh as hers when she slumped against him to catch her breath. "You're right. I love to fuck you. I love how you taste. I love the sounds you make. I love how you respond to me," Roman said, still breathless. "But this isn’t just about sex.” She chuckled and lifted her head from him. “We’ve had sex in a garden and then your car in the middle of nowhere because we couldn’t wait to get home. It is about sex, Roman. But that’s okay. Other people don’t have what we have,” she said.

I don't care whatever way she does it, but this is my fantasy, which I need to fulfill. "Hey!" I called at her just as she was at the door. She turned, tears in her eyes, but I don't care. She can cry blood if she wants. "I don't do forced sex. Convince her. It has to be consensual, okay? Now use the door, please." I smiled wryly, and she stomped out. I could hear her faint whimper as she jammed the door. I burst into mockery laughter at the pitiful and pathetic girl. I really wish this was my mate acting this way. That maid is really beautiful, even with her tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”