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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

Honeymoon Bliss

Sara giggled as Liam scooped her up bridal-style and carried her over the threshold of their honeymoon suite. The door barely clicked shut before he pressed her against it, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. They were finally married, and the joy of it bubbled out of them in laughter between kisses. Sara’s fingers worked impatiently at the buttons of Liam’s shirt, while he tugged at the zipper of her white sundress. Fabric pooled around their feet, and soon Liam was lifting Sara again, this time onto the plush bed scattered with rose petals. "Mrs. Thompson," he whispered playfully, trailing kisses down her throat, "I’ve been waiting all day to do this." Sara shivered in anticipation as his hands caressed her thighs. "Then don’t make me wait," she teased back, a smile dancing on her lips. Liam needed no further encouragement. He settled between her legs, both of them sighing as he guided himself inside her. The fit was perfect, as it had been since their very first time, but tonight felt even more special. Sara wrapped her arms around his back, nails lightly grazing his skin as he began to move. Each thrust was slow, deliberate, as if they had all the time in the world—which, in that moment, it felt like they did. Their eyes stayed locked, blue gazing into brown with absolute adoration. Sara’s breath caught as pleasure built steadily within her. She met each of Liam’s thrusts, their bodies clinging slickly in the tropical heat. "I love you... so much," she panted, her words punctuated by soft moans. Liam answered by capturing her mouth in another kiss, pouring all of his love and longing into it. When release finally overtook them, they tumbled over the edge together. Sara cried out against his shoulder, clutching him tight, while Liam groaned her name in ecstasy. They remained entwined in the aftermath, limbs lazily tangled. Liam brushed a damp strand of hair from Sara’s forehead and kissed her nose, eliciting another giggle. Outside, the ocean waves crashed gently on the shore, a soothing soundtrack to their bliss. In each other’s arms, Sara and Liam knew this honeymoon night was the perfect start to their forever.

by Alejandro

genre: contemporary romance kink: none tone: softcore

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