Taste Of Romance Novels & Stories

Roman brushed my hair back tenderly. "Take me in your mouth Tiana. Slowly," he said, his voice low and commanding. I wrapped my fingers around the base and leaned forward. My lips parted and I took the head into my mouth tasting the salty precum on my tongue. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. Roman groaned softly, his hand resting lightly on my head. I took him deeper inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. Saliva gathered at the corners of my mouth and began to drip down my chin. My eyes watered but I kept going, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head in a slow rhythm.

But instead of swallowing it all, he bit off one end and then tried to place it between my lips. The mingled smell of salmon and the vivid, scandalous image in my mind overwhelmed my senses. I opened my mouth slightly, letting the salmon rest on my tongue. The taste was fresh, cool, and unlike anything I’d experienced before. I felt an unexpected rush of excitement and addiction building inside me. “If given the chance, I’d like to taste the salmon with your body temperature and taste especially the taste of that private part,” he said, his voice a sultry invitation straight from the Devil himself.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Zeus asked while frowning. "Because it's filled with our sinful activities and painful memories. So, I want us to restart our married life in a new place so that we will forget our painful memories." Ares said and Zeus nodded. "Okay..... I will take care of it. You don't have to worry about it." Zeus said and hugged Ares tightly. They talked about another hour and made every misunderstanding clear. They promised that they won't hurt each other again. Later that day, Ares made Zeus's favorite foods and fed him. Zeus also fed Ares. They spent the day cuddling with each other and enjoyed their warmth. They watched a romantic movie in the evening. They made love again at night.

Tara's eyes rolled back again, slurping along Roy's length with abandon. "Oooooh," he groaned, "Now you're getting into it! Uhhmmm, go get a taste of the boys before you're guzzling my cum too, huh?" Tara let Roy's cock go with a salivated *pop* and turned to a bullish member staring her in the face. Tara slid her tongue all along its length, taking hold of Roy's glistening cock as she kissed the head. The man groaned above her, and she felt a splash of precum coat her tongue – he tasted different than the foreman, saltier and bitter, but she drank in the contrast.

She looks like something out of Huckleberry Finn. I lower my head and press my lips against hers, they’re so soft and she tastes of coffee and maple syrup, now my favorite combination. Our tongues find each other as they dance around, and our kiss goes from slow and soft to hungry. I apply more pressure to the base of her spine as I push her further into me, allowing her to feel my erection that is now aching in my pants against her stomach. Immi pushes me back gently, “Romeo, let’s not get started otherwise the painting will not get done.”

Rome groans, and places his lips on mine. My response is automatic; like breathing in. For someone who had an orgasm just a day ago, I sure am behaving extraordinarily reserved— if wantonly shoving myself at Rome can count as "reserved". His skillful hands come up at the back of my head, his fingers threading the tendrils of my unruly loose curls. Lips parting for a second, I allow him to deepen the kiss. Rome's lips are soft; certainly a million times softer than he is. He tastes of cigarettes, a taste that I can never find with Sin.

A Taste of Romance Hayley's POV After wandering the hotel and taking a tour for what seemed to last like an eternity, I was tired of walking on my heels, so I leaned voluntarily into Roman for support. Roman seemed to read my expression when he spoke up. "A dinner and a drink will be needed after all the evening's events," he suggested, his voice as smooth as velvet. Without waiting for my response, he gently guided me towards the hotel's renowned eatery. As we stepped into the restaurant, the atmosphere enveloped us like a warm embrace. The lighting was soft and intimate, casting a golden glow over everything it touched.

I took a bite, letting the taste roll over my tongue. Moan. I couldn’t stop myself. It was perfection wrapped in a fish. Juicy, tender, flavorful, subtle hints of herbs and lemon playing over the taste buds. My eyes rolled back slightly in shock and pleasure. Roman’s dark eyes flickered, just for a fraction of a second, in response to my reaction. A warning? A question? Or a reflection of his own satisfaction? I didn’t know. My heart tripped, my stomach fluttered, and somewhere deep, a dangerous heat pooled low in my body.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."