Slow Dance Romantic Novels & Stories

They reach the dance floor where several couples are already slow dancing to a soft ballad that comes lightly over the overhead speakers. They head up to the dance floor holding hands. He is following her so he has a perfect view of just how short her tight dress is as it barely covers her well-shaped ass. She has on a pair of three inch heels adding to the guilty pleasure he is experiencing as his eyes hopelessly become glued to her swaying ass while he trails behind her. "I will try and not step on your feet too much honey." "Just relax and sway with the music." She slips an arm around his waist and draws herself closer. They move slowly round and round the dance floor as a romantic Christ

It was a slow tempo and he pulled me into the dancefloor. With our bodies moving in perfect sync, Jacob held me close as we swayed to the serene cadence. I could feel his affection bearing down on me with every stride, a comforting force that surrounded me. As we danced and became lost in each other's embrace, it appeared as though the outside world vanished. Every gesture was gentle, every contact was loving. A wordless commitment expressed only through body language. Our hearts beat together, symbiotic to the melody of our love, as the song continued.

We move our hips sensually to the beat and our chests rub against each others. ”I love you” Ashton murmurs agains my lips. ”I love you too babe” I kiss him softly. We continue dancing, completely entirely engrossed in each others in our own bubble. At some point the up beat song switch into slow dance. I think it’s Jon Bon Jovi’s ”Bed of roses” and I pull Ashton tightly against me. He wraps his arms around my waist and I envelope his shoulders in my arms, pressing my face against his neck. Inhaling deeply his intoxicating coconut and ocean scent. Ashton hums contently, leaning his head against mine.

he said while laughing too. We just danced to the lively music like we were crazy and we didn’t really care about the people surrounding us. Damien and Sandy are right, I should be happy. I should enjoy this night! *** The lights suddenly turned dimmer and the lively music a while ago turned into a slow one. Everyone looked for their partner and prepared themselves to do the slow dancing. [ CHAPTER THEME SONG: I don't want to be you anymore By Billie Eillish] “May I?” I smiled at Damien as he lay his hand in front of me again. “Just don’t get mad at me if I step on your foot, okay?”

She looks up at me with soft eyes, both her hands wrapped around my neck with my forehead placed gently on hers whilst I hold her waist on both sides. My deep voice begins humming to Ti Amo by Umberto Tozzi as we move slowly to the rhythm. In steps untamed, we take the floor, swaying and pulsing with rhythms raw. A dance that's wild with a pace learned from hearts of old. This is new to us but we still dance. With gleeful eyes, without a care, messy, still, we dance. With silence echoing in the air, we twirl, spin and wrap ourselves in the thread of the other's breath.

The polished marble floor reflected the swaying movement of couples who had already taken their places. Everything felt softer. Slower. More romantic. Adam turned to me and extended his hand, his smile quiet but sincere. “Shall we?” I hesitated for only a breath, then placed my hand in his. “We shall.” He led me gently to the floor, weaving us through the scattered clusters of other dancers. His hand settled at the small of my back—steady, respectful, unhurried. We moved together without friction, without forced rhythm. It just… fit.

I take a good look at his face,his has grown more matured and his face bush makes him look more manly. "okay sure"I agree before putting my drink down and he took my hands as we went to the dance floor. The dj immediately switched the song to a slow jam,'perfect' by Ed Sheeran. Everyone was on the dance floor, including Chelsea dancing with one of the groom's men. Dean pulled my closer to his chest and I could feel his breathe on my neck. I gently placed my head on his chest,as I listen to his heart beat along with the rhythm of the song.

Confirming the prior action, Luke nods. “Por pabor… the music would now turn in mellow,” he speaks up then the audiences goes out from the dance floor when the music is now turning soft and sweet. A classic 80’s love song is playing. Some are couples are on the dance floor—embracing each other to the beat. Luke is blushing when looking at the face of Dylan. “Baila mi amigo.” He taps the shoulder of Luke then he stands up clearing his throat. Dylan is dumbfounded when seeing his grey eyes gazing so sweetly.

He lightly chuckled at the sound of my words, keeping that smile plastered over his face as he took notice of the song playing in the background. "Wanna dance?" I expressed a shy smile as I also noticed that it was actually a slow and romantic tune, letting him take me by the hand and guide me closer to the area where other people were dancing. And with gentle and careful moves he wrapped one arm around my waist whilst the other delicately held my wrist, encasing my hand in his as he stepped closer and slowly placed it over his left pectoral. Gazing into his molten chocolate eyes, we slowly started to move in sync as the song played in the background at an acceptable volume level, falling in

It is the exact type of music suitable for the occasion of a date between lovebirds. Xavier is hesitant. Not giving him a chance to say no, I drag him away from his seat to the middle of the diner where I spin and dance with him till soft laughter begins to erupt from him. "You aren't a bad dancer, surprisingly", I wink at him, his hands wrapping my waist firmly as he hovers over me. Smiling without a word, we continue to dance until the music changes to a slower one, tempting us to take slow dancing steps together, our faces inches away from each other.