Taste Of Romance Novels & Stories

she managed, her voice breathless. The waiter’s eyes flickered. Roman didn’t look up. As the courses arrived, Roman fed her. Truffle risotto. Champagne-glazed scallops. Chocolate souffle. Each bite was heaven. But nothing compared to the torture below the table. Roman played her like an instrument, dialling it higher, then off, then back teasing the edge of climax before yanking her back. By the third course, her thighs were trembling. Her hands clutched her napkin like it might save her from drowning in desire.

Perhaps she would fall for him if he spoke to her more gently. He had mentioned clearly to Sean that this was a fair and square competition. Since that was that case, he needed to let Christina know about his feelings. He planned to confess to her officially. Matthew understood women loved the idea of romance. Perhaps she might agree to go out with him if he managed to tug her heartstrings. He reserved an entire luxurious restaurant and filled the venue with fresh flowers and balloons. He then brought her over for dinner. Upon arriving at the scene, Christina discovered his intention. The sight of the candlelight dinner reminded her of Michael. Back then, he had used this trick to win over h

He huffed me tight as everyone cheered, the cologne of his perfume filling my nostril then I watched with the corner of my eyes as Ginger stormed out with her pets and that’s how I became his prom date so sweet.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

Rose challenged with a pout. “Yes I did. But before we start, take a bite of the chocolate.” Wayne unwrapped the chocolate he had gotten from France and held it up to her mouth so she could take a bite. Rose noticed something was written on the pack in French but she did not bother trying to read it; because she couldn’t speak French. The bar of chocolate was huge and she sunk her teeth into it. “Oh my God,” Rose moaned in delight. Her taste buds were never going to be the same after she left here. It tasted like hazelnuts, honey, milk, mint and something else she could not figure out.

He places his hand against his date's lower back - a subtle way of staking his claim - and I suddenly find myself looking closely at Felicia again. She's very pretty. Her generous curves are quite obvious in the gold cocktail dress she's wearing, and her face is sweet and appealing. Her dark hair shines in the restaurant's flickering candlelight, and her eyes are large and bright. In fact, her hair and eyes are similar to those of Emilia Torres, who I know from firsthand experience caught Dante's eye. My gaze flicks from Felicia to Dante, and the possibilities that swirl through my head make me sick to my stomach. Is this someone he dated? I'm not sure which is worse - that Dante would intro

Romi stole a glance at the street outside the restaurant. I leaned back into the white wooden chair, and my eyes fell on the black graffiti food mural wallpaper that covered the upper half of the white wall—if only their food tasted as nice as the aesthetics looked. My eyes darted back to Romi. “You think I should file for another divorce?” I picked up some chips from her plate, and she playfully tapped my hand. “Revenge is beautiful.” I smiled. The grin vanished as I returned to matter at hand. “He’d definitely burn it again. He’s not going to sign it.” I groaned before slipping the chips into my mouth. The salty taste attacked my tastebud, and I instantly spat it out. Nothing here tasted g

Her lace underwear was soft, sliding his hand back and forth over the crotch, he could feel her wetness seeping through. “What’s yours?” Anateya scoffed. “I’m not some ‘thing’ for you to possess.” In response, Romero ripped her delicates clean off and brought it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, mouth watering at her heady scent. “We’ll see about that.” Dragging her down the bed, he pushed her knees towards her chest and covered her wet pussy with his mouth. She let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open. Her sweet flavor burst on his tongue and unleashed a hunger inside him. Growling, Romero used two fingers to spread her lips, his tongue pressing to her tender clit and licking furiously.

I was peaceful. He picked seats in a dark corner, and we watched a romance movie. His hands traveled underneath my shirt, squeezing my breasts, going from one breast to the other, toying with nipples. Still playing with my breast, he leaned in and sucked on my lips, licking the slit in between, waiting for permission to explore my mouth. Lost in the sensation, I parted my mouth and let him in. He tasted like warm, hot chocolate on a cold day. Savoring his taste, my tongue explored his mouth in a passionate kiss.

It was thick and oddly tasted like his scent. Oh, Goddess, help me if his cum tastes like Fattorie Romeo del Castello Vigo Etna Rosso. 'We are going to be a lush for his seed.' Emilia chuckled. I rolled my eyes at her, opting to ignore her in favor of the task before me. She didn't seem to mind being forgotten as I tasted his length from root to tip.