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Maya pointed at an equation, trying to focus. "So if we carry the two..." she began, but her voice trailed off when she noticed Jordan wasn’t looking at the book at all. He was looking at her. Her heart fluttered. They had been friends since freshman year, study partners through countless exams. But tonight something felt different in the air—warm and charged. "Maya," Jordan said softly, "can I tell you something?" He reached up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. The gentle touch made Maya’s breath catch. "What is it?" she whispered. Jordan’s cheeks flushed, but he held her gaze. "I... I really like you. More than a friend." Maya’s lips parted in surprise. She had imagined this moment so many times. Instead of answering, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The textbook slid off Jordan’s lap, forgotten, as he kissed her back. The kiss was sweet and a little clumsy, both of them smiling too much to properly concentrate. Jordan cupped her face in his hands, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Maya sighed happily and scooted closer, ending up half in his lap. In a tangle of nerves and excitement, their studies were abandoned altogether. Jordan’s hands found the hem of Maya’s sweater, and when she nodded her consent, he lifted it over her head. She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but Jordan’s awed expression as he took in her lacy bra made her feel hot all over. Maya tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and he quickly pulled it off, revealing the lean torso she’d caught glimpses of during basketball games. They moved to the bed in a flurry of kisses and quiet giggles. Maya lay back against his pillows as Jordan hovered over her, both of them breathing hard. "Is this okay?" he murmured, fingers grazing the waist of her leggings. "Yes," she breathed, "please." With trembling hands, they finished undressing each other. When Jordan finally settled between her thighs, Maya let out a soft moan at the intimate contact of skin on skin. He entered her slowly, pausing when she tensed momentarily—this was new for both of them. She relaxed as he stroked her side soothingly and the discomfort gave way to a building pleasure. Jordan began to move in gentle thrusts, and Maya wrapped her arms around him, marveling that this was real. Their noses bumped and they shared a laugh even as their bodies found a mutual rhythm. It was tender and a little awkward and absolutely perfect. Maya felt pleasure spiraling within her. Jordan must have felt it too because his pace quickened slightly, their breaths mingling in gasps. When Maya came, she bit her lip to muffle a cry, clinging tightly to Jordan. He followed seconds later, a shudder running through him as he buried his face in her neck. They stayed entwined, the only sound the rustling of sheets and their slowing breaths. Jordan lifted his head, eyes shining. "Sorry we didn’t finish the chapter," he joked softly. Maya laughed and pulled him down for another soft kiss. "This was much more fun," she whispered. Curled up together under the blankets, textbooks forgotten on the floor, they knew they’d ace whatever came next—as partners in every sense of the word.

by Mohammed

new adult romance softcore sweet

Late Nights at the Office

The office was quiet after hours, just the hum of computers and the rustle of papers as I worked on the project due in the morning. Across the conference table, Ryan loosened his tie and shot me a tired smile. We had been at it for hours, surviving on coffee and takeout. As the clock neared midnight, I realized I enjoyed this—being here with him, even under deadline pressure. I caught Ryan watching me as I stretched my arms above my head, trying to ease the stiffness. "What?" I asked, smiling. He shook his head, "Nothing... I was just thinking how amazing you are." My cheeks warmed at the unexpected compliment. We both knew we made a great team, but something in his gaze hinted at more than professional admiration. I decided to take a chance. "I couldn't have done this without you," I said softly, walking over to his side of the table. My heart was pounding. Ryan stood up, our proximity sending a spark through me. "We make a good pair," he murmured. Before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, kissing me back with a hunger that took me by surprise and sent heat pooling in my belly. Within moments, papers and laptops were pushed aside. Ryan lifted me onto the table, scattering pens onto the floor. I giggled at the absurdity of making out in the conference room, but his lips on my neck quickly drove away any protest. "Is this okay?" he whispered, hands resting at my hips. "More than okay," I breathed, pulling him closer. Our clothes came off in a frantic blur—his shirt buttons popping, my skirt hiking up around my waist. Ryan’s strong hands gripped my thighs as he positioned himself between them. I gasped when he entered me right there on the table. The combination of the risqué location and months of buried attraction made it all the more thrilling. I wrapped my legs around him, biting back a moan as he began to move. Each thrust rocked the table beneath me, our files and office supplies tumbling to the carpet. We tried to stifle our cries, mindful of the empty office beyond the glass walls, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Ryan captured my moans with his mouth, kissing me deeply as we raced toward climax. It didn't take long—my back arched and I clung to his shoulders as ecstasy washed over me. He followed with a low groan, trembling in my arms. For a moment we just stayed like that, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. Then Ryan chuckled softly. "I never thought finishing a project would end like this." I laughed, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off his brow. "We should work late more often," I teased. With one more sweet kiss, he helped me down from the table. We dressed slowly, exchanging shy smiles. The big project was almost done, but tonight we had started something even more exciting—and it wasn’t going to end at the office.

by Aria

contemporary romance softcore flirty

Candlelight Surprise

Elaine opened the door to her apartment and gasped in delight. The living room was bathed in the gentle glow of dozens of candles, and the rich aroma of her favorite Italian dishes wafted from the kitchen. Standing amid it all was her boyfriend, Tom, wearing a proud grin. "Surprise," he said softly. Elaine felt her heart melt; she had mentioned having a hard week, and he had clearly gone all out to make her smile. They ate dinner on the floor, picnic-style among the candles. By the time dessert was finished, Elaine’s worries had long melted away, replaced by warm affection and desire. She leaned over to kiss a smudge of chocolate from Tom’s lips; one kiss turned into several, slow and languid. "You are incredible," she whispered between kisses. "I just want you to be happy," Tom replied, brushing her hair back gently. Elaine took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where more candles flickered on the nightstand. Their shadows danced on the walls as they undressed each other patiently. Tom’s hands were careful and loving as he slipped off her blouse and caressed the soft skin beneath. Elaine answered by unbuttoning his shirt, planting kisses down his chest with each inch of revealed skin. When they finally came together on the bed, it was with a sigh of contentment. Tom entered her slowly, their fingers entwined between their bodies. The lovemaking was unhurried—a gentle ebb and flow of pleasure under the candlelight. Elaine arched her back, a quiet moan escaping her as Tom filled her completely. Each movement felt like a continuation of his earlier kindness, every thrust a silent "I love you." They reached a tender climax together, Elaine burying her face in Tom’s neck as waves of bliss rolled through them. Afterwards, he pulled the covers over them and they cuddled close, watching the candle flames until they flickered out. Elaine realized she hadn’t thought about her stressful week even once in the last few hours. In Tom’s arms, by the light of the last candle, all she felt was love.

by Marcus

contemporary romance softcore sweet

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