Short Romantic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

I came screaming, and he followed, pumping me full. Some days, we didn't leave the room at all. One rainy morning, thunder rumbled outside. I woke curled against Roman, his body heat chasing the chill. He stirred, kissing my shoulder. We stayed in bed, sheets twisted around us. His hand slid between my legs, fingers circling my clit. I sighed, parting my thighs. He rolled on top, entering me slow. We moved gently, savoring every slide. Rain pattered the window as we built to a quiet climax, holding each other tight.

But, at the back of my mind, there's still worries which fill my heart, preventing me from seeing the bigger picture of it all. When suddenly, the warmth of something touching me gently, caused a shiver to run down my spine. What is that? I wondered as he moved his hand to the top of my head, and started caressing it. After a brief moment of silence, he began speaking, leaner closer to my ear. "My mate. You're my one true love. I just need to find a way to make out story happen." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. Then, a sense of ease flowed through my body, easing me into a deep sleep.

She smiled into the camera and said, “I’ll do my best. Now, how about you crawl into that big bed of yours, and I’ll tell you a bedtime story.” I’m definitely ordering her some more romance novels.

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

Richard said, “Fine, I agree with you,” Clara said, and she went to the kitchen and prepare two cups of yogurt, and brought them to the bedroom, and she gave a cup of yogurt to Richard and she took a cup, and they drank and they return to bed, a few minutes later, Richard stared at Clara and said, I love you, he started caressing her body, and he said, come over and give me head down, after that, you will come and ride on me, and they started their romance until they had a good time and fell asleep,

The prospect of creating a love story for our friends filled us with a renewed sense of purpose. As I bid farewell to Aurora for the night, gratitude swelled within me. I settled into bed, my mind filled with visions of a blossoming romance and the magic we would weave. Sleep came easier that night, accompanied by dreams of love, laughter, and the fulfillment of our matchmaking mission.

That way, people could mingle and start having interaction in a not-so-formal way, or as Corey would name it, they could get the party started. It was time for me to relax tonight, and hope for the best tomorrow. I laid down in bed, and surprisingly, a couple of minutes later, Romeo showed up. The last week has been a nightmare, usually extending Romeo's working hours until midnight. Every night, I went to bed alone, only to wake up and be held by Romeo. I was so exhausted that I usually didn't feel him coming inside our room.

They spoke in the silent language of lovers, a dance of fingers and whispers that conveyed more than words ever could. "I feel complete with you," VJ confessed, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet night. Maya smiled, her eyes dancing with affection. "And I with you, my love. Our journey has been nothing short of extraordinary." As they drifted into the realm of dreams, the moon continued to watch over their love story—a story that unfolded in chapters of joy, challenges, and unwavering commitment. The night whispered promises of a tomorrow filled with new adventures, a continuum of the love that had blossomed into a beautiful family tale.

My fingers, still intertwined with his in sleep, tightened gently. The memories of the night before washed over me in a warm wave – the tender kisses under the watchful gaze of the moon, the urgent exploration of touch, the profound intimacy shared in the heart of the silent forest. It was a night where the fierce warrior had shed his guarded exterior, revealing a tenderness and vulnerability that deepened my love for him even further.