Workout Romance Novels & Stories

“Well, I usually watch romantic movies with Zuri and Rishi. Or we just talk. I like reading too.” “That sounds a bit boring. Do you do any sports or other activities that aren’t just at home?” Roman asked. He was a very active person and he rarely watched tv. He would either be on a date or he would be working out. “I am pretty fast and my dad trains me after work. Sometimes aunt Jara joins. That’s about it.” “Want to spar with me? You could punch me. Make us even,” Roman said, winking at Maggie. She sighed, looking unsure.

I murmur and he smiles at me in a way that worries "I like to do cardio" "Do you want to work out!" i ask surprised. I had never heard of a newlywed choosing to work out on their honeymoon, but, it was clear that Jareth was not someone normal. "Yes, I want to work out with cardio especially. That one that you do with no clothes on and that music is the clash of bodies when they meet, would you rather do squats or do you want me to take control and do most of the exercise myself?" asks Jareth and I hear the alarms in my head going off.

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

She couldn't help but look at them, smiling sheepishly and seductively. Eugene and Jude were kissing so passionately and so professionally, like it was the only and last thing they had to do at that moment. Jude, while taking his steps backwards, directed him to the bed, and when he was close to the bed and his legs couldn't go any further than the place it was, Eugene helped him direct his back on the bed as he helped him to lie down on his back. This time, his eyes were heavily shut, and Eugene was now in full control of the happenings. Rosita has resumed her self-stimulation exercise. The hardcore sight of the two men doing what they both knew best how to do was a huge turn-on, and her bo

His touch ignited a fire within her, a flame that flickered and grew with every kiss, every caress. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the air was filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine's arousal and the musky tang of Ramon's desire. The sound of their ragged breathing, the soft gasps and moans, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

He followed. Hate faded to passion. Arguments ended in sex. His gym session watching him workout led to the locker room. Sweat covered. He took me against lockers. "Muscles flex nicely." "Use them." Lifted, pounding. "Yes." Talk deepened. He seemed protective. I questioned the blackmail motive but desire won. Mountain cabin weekend. Fireplace. Rug on floor. Slow at first. Missionary eyes locked. "Feel this." "Yes." Then wild. All positions. "Every way possible."

It felt intimate. "Two," I counted. My own heart was starting to hammer against my ribs. Every time Jax pushed the bar up, his knuckles brushed the undersides of my palms. The contact was brief but I could still smell Jax. The salt of his skin, the faded scent of the laundry detergent from our shared room, and the raw tang of the gym. "One more. All you, Miller. Don't let it drop." Jax’s arms began to tremble. The bar slowed halfway up.

Finally, seeming to work up his courage, he climbed up onto my lap, grabbed my head to force me to look at him, and stared down at me with a serious expression on his face, as he demanded, "Tell me more of your fantasies." I laughed and smirked up at him, as I smacked his ass cheeks and replied, "I honestly don't know, babe." He huffed in annoyance, as I shrugged, but finally said, "Okay, okay, it would be super hot for us to get all worked up and sweaty in the gym. We'd be flashing each other throughout our workout and trying to distract each other. Then I imagine you coming over to me while I'm doing the bench press and lying on my back. You pull my shorts to the side and start sucking my

I grunted and spun him, his eyes rolled back as his waist twisted to the side, and I slid deeper, dragging myself forward, holding his legs open, using my trunk to support his girth as I pushed him forward. He crept upwards, his chest hit the headboard, and raised himself against it, using it to prop his body up for me as I wrapped my arm under one leg, lifting his lower half with the strength of my arms, leaning back to spread his weight to my chest and shoulder that was no longer stiff. It was the workout from hell, and we were both moving with it, keeping pace. Stoking each other’s fire as the sex got hotter, harder, straining our bodies in ways you can’t get in any gym.

he grinned, slapping her butt, a wordless command to get to it. And she obeyed, twerking fast on his dick. Each time her cunt swallowed his length, she would feel heady and want more and more. She didn't want this moment to end. It took almost two hours before they finally finished their special workout. Layla was finding it hard to stand after being fucked wildly in her arse and cunt for so long; Her crush had also had a good time releasing his jism inside her several times. Ronald chuckled at her plight and helped her to the bathroom, where they ended up fucking again.