Steamy Contemporary Romance Novels & Stories

It was so stiff, pulsing with need under my touch. He leaned down and kissed me while I stroked him. His dick was so hot in my little hand, throbbing a little with every heartbeat. I felt over the head and found lots of precum. I smeared it all over the head of his dick, making it slick and shiny. The intimacy of the moment made my own arousal intensify.

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

One hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted, while the other slipped under my shirt, palm scorching a path up my bare back. His fingers dug into my skin, nails scraping lightly as he rocked his hips forward in a slow, teasing rhythm that made my knees buckle. A broken moan escaped me. Ethan drank it down, sucking on my tongue, biting my lower lip until it throbbed. The world narrowed to nothing but him—the taste of wine and forbidden desire, the hard press of his body, the low growls vibrating from his chest into mine. When he finally pulled back, only a fraction of an inch, both of us were breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust and s

She made slow circles around her p***y, spreading her p***y lips, tapping her opening and spreading her oozing juices all over her breast with the other hand. She could feel the pressure already building at her core as the first tremor of pleasure spread through her. And another. “Oh shit baby. I'm going to cum.” Caspian said jerking in his chair, with his head thrown back in pleasure. Olivia knew she wasn't far behind, the warm water contributed to enhancing her pleasure as she pumped in and out of her dripping p***y. “Oh God. Oh my God, Caspian.” Olivia moaned out loudly. “I'm cumming baby… Oh fuck! Yes… oh yessss.”

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip. Rosemary moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours. Your slut, your whore. Do whatever you want with me, baby boy.” Tails’ eyes gleamed with dark promise as he reached for the champagne bottle on the bedside table. He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid over her body, watching it cascade down her skin. “Drink up, slut,” he commanded, lapping at the champagne pooled in her navel. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

My thighs fall open on their own, the cool air hitting the damp heat between them. "Fuck," Kirly breathes from her table, the sound raw. I risk a glance, her masseur, a woman with ink-black hair and a mouth like a sinful promise, has two fingers buried inside her, Kirly’s hips rolling in slow, desperate circles. Dante’s fingers hook under the lace of my panties, tugging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. "Such a pretty pussy," he growls, his thumb parting my folds. "Already wet."

She was almost grasping to breathe until she felt something hot come out of his d*ck. "Swallow that sh*t," ordered Carlo, which Tricia immediately obeyed. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt. After cumming, Carlo ordered her to lick his b*lls before undressing her whole body. He kissed Tricia's mouth, and tasted his own cum. He romanticized her like crazy, biting and licking her, and he could not control his tongue from tasting her body.