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Expecting Desires

Alex guided his very pregnant wife, Maria, down onto the bed with utmost care. At seven months along, she was radiant to him, though she often felt self-conscious. Tonight, he was determined to show her just how beautiful and desirable she still was. Maria bit her lip. "I feel huge," she murmured, placing a protective hand over her belly. Alex shook his head and leaned in to kiss her slowly, one hand tenderly cradling the curve of her stomach. "You are gorgeous," he whispered against her lips, "and I want you." A shy smile tugged at her mouth at his words. Gently, Alex helped her out of her loose dress, revealing the lacy maternity bra and panties she’d worn in an effort to feel sexy. The sight made his heart swell. "So sexy," he breathed. Maria laughed softly, relaxing a bit as he peppered kisses over her shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts. She tugged his t-shirt off, eager to feel his skin against hers. They moved carefully, Maria reclining against a pile of soft pillows while Alex knelt between her thighs. He slid her panties down, marveling at how wet she already was for him. Slowly, he entered her, both of them moaning at the familiar connection. Alex kept his weight on his arms, hovering over her to avoid pressing on her belly. Their movements were unhurried and gentle, a slow rhythm that allowed them to savor each sensation. Maria’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted in pleasure as she murmured his name. She felt safe in his arms, desired and loved. Alex watched her face, captivated by her beauty—by the life they had made together growing inside her and the love shining in her eyes. With each tender thrust, Maria's concerns melted away, replaced by rising bliss. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her orgasm blossomed, a soft cry spilling from her lips. The sight and feel of her tightening around him pushed Alex over the edge soon after. He groaned, careful not to collapse fully on her as waves of pleasure rushed through him. In the quiet aftermath, Alex gently rolled to Maria’s side and gathered her into his arms. She nestled against him, resting her head on his chest. "Thank you," she whispered, tears of happiness in her eyes. Alex kissed her forehead, rubbing her back in slow circles. "For what?" he asked softly. "For still wanting me like this." He smiled and tilted her chin up to meet her gaze. "I’ll always want you, Maria. Always." As thunder rolled gently in the distance and their baby kicked lightly between them, Maria closed her eyes, content. In Alex’s embrace, she felt more loved than ever.

by Marco

contemporary romance softcore tender

Reunited Hearts

I fidgeted with the hem of my dress at the airport arrivals gate, my stomach a swarm of butterflies. It had been six months since I’d last seen Mark in person. When I finally spotted him coming through the doors, tall and a little tired-looking but still so handsome, my heart skipped. I ran into his arms and he lifted me off my feet in a crushing hug. We stayed like that, laughing and kissing right there in public, too overjoyed to care who saw. The drive home was a blur of stolen glances and giddy laughter. The moment our apartment door closed behind us, Mark dropped his suitcase and pulled me into another kiss—this one deep and heated. "God, I missed you," he groaned against my lips. I felt tears of happiness in my eyes as I whispered back, "Show me." Clothes were shed in a trail down the hallway to our bedroom. My back hit the mattress with Mark above me, his hands already roaming as if to relearn every inch of me. I arched into his touch, tingling with anticipation. When he entered me at last, we both gasped at the familiar fit. We moved slowly at first, savoring the rediscovery of each other’s bodies. Soon, though, months of pent-up longing took over. Our pace quickened, hips meeting with desperate eagerness. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, urging him deeper, needing him closer. Every moan and whispered "I love you" fueled our passion higher. It wasn’t long before I was crying out his name, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Mark followed with a shuddering release, holding me as if afraid I'd disappear. After, we lay tangled in each other, foreheads touching. I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling that he was finally here. Neither of us could stop smiling. All the lonely nights apart were behind us now; our hearts were reunited, and nothing would keep us apart tonight.

by Hiro

contemporary romance softcore joyful

After the Storm

Nina barely heard David approach until she felt his arms circle her waist from behind. "I'm sorry," he said, voice low and filled with regret. Nina turned to face him, seeing the same hurt in his eyes. Without another word, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that as the storm raged outside, holding each other tightly. David tilted Nina’s chin up and brushed away a tear with his thumb. "I hate fighting with you," he murmured. Nina answered by pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. The emotion of the argument still crackled between them, but it transformed into a different kind of passion. David lifted her gently and carried her to the couch. Their lips never parted as clothing was shed hurriedly, landing in soft piles on the floor. Nina gasped as David kissed down her neck, his hands roaming over her curves as if to reassure himself she was still his. She pulled him closer, needing the physical closeness to wipe out the earlier harsh words. When he entered her, it was with a slow, intense thrust that drew a cry from both of them. They moved urgently, each sensation amplified by the adrenaline and remorse still coursing through their veins. Nina clung to him, wrapping her legs around his hips as they found a frantic rhythm. It felt like pouring all their apologies and love into each motion. Their climax was shattering—Nina sobbed out her release, half from pleasure, half from emotional overwhelm. David followed with a groan, holding her as if he’d never let go. In the aftermath, they remained entangled on the couch, rain drumming on the roof. David stroked Nina’s hair and whispered, "I love you, always." Nina snuggled into his chest, forgiving and forgiven. After the storm of their fight, they had found calm again in each other’s arms.

by Juan

contemporary romance softcore emotional

First Night

Jason’s hands trembled slightly as he guided Mia into his bedroom. They had been dating for months, but tonight was the first night they were taking that next step. His heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement. Mia stood by the bed, her cheeks flushed pink in the low lamplight. She was nervous too—he could see it in her shy smile. Jason gently took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "We can go slow," he whispered. Mia nodded, eyes shining with trust. They undressed each other carefully, every touch a question and an answer. When Mia’s dress dropped to the floor and Jason’s shirt was tossed aside, they paused to take in the sight of each other. "You’re beautiful," he murmured. Mia responded by pulling him into a tender kiss, her fingers threading through his hair. They lay down together on fresh sheets. Jason hovered over her, their bodies aligning naturally. With a soft gasp, Mia welcomed him as he entered her for the very first time. A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips and Jason felt his own breath hitch at the incredible warmth enveloping him. He moved slowly, attentively, listening to each of her soft moans and catching her sighs with gentle kisses. Their fingers remained laced together by her head, squeezing tighter whenever a wave of bliss rolled through them. In that vulnerable, beautiful moment, they learned each other’s bodies. Their climax came quietly, tears of joy prickling in Jason’s eyes as Mia whispered his name. Holding her in his arms afterward, Jason knew this first night of love was the start of something precious, something real.

by Gabriel

contemporary romance vanilla softcore

From Friends to Forever

"Aaron... there's something I need to tell you," I said softly, fingers twisting nervously in my lap. He muted the TV and turned to me with those warm brown eyes I’d fallen in love with years ago. My throat went dry. I’d imagined this moment so many times. Taking a shaky breath, I blurted out, "I’m in love with you." For a second, silence hung between us. Then Aaron’s face broke into a slow, disbelieving smile. "I was beginning to think I'd have to say it first," he chuckled, moving closer. My heart leapt. Before I could reply, his hand cupped my cheek and his lips met mine. The kiss was gentle but filled with years of pent-up longing. I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Let's go to my room," he whispered against my lips. In a daze of joy and desire, I followed him. Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, we undressed each other shyly, giggling when we fumbled with buttons. Soon I was lying beneath him, skin to skin at last. Aaron paused, gazing into my eyes as if to ask if this was really happening. I answered by guiding him inside me, both of us gasping at the sensation. It was slow and unhurried—two friends learning each other's bodies for the first time, every touch both strange and achingly familiar. We moved together in sweet harmony, the years of friendship making every glance and caress more meaningful. Pleasure built steadily until I cried out, clutching at his shoulders as bliss washed over me. Aaron followed moments later, breathing my name like a promise. In the afterglow, he held me close, our legs tangled. Neither of us could stop smiling. My best friend was now my lover, and as I lay curled against his chest, I knew we had just begun our forever.

by Serena