In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven hair moved silently through the house. She was nude, her curves and curves on display in the dim light. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, and she moved with the grace of a panther. She was a vision of beauty, and she knew it.
She moved towards the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was in there, waiting for her. She had been thinking about him all day, and she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him, wanted him, craved him.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was lying on the bed, his muscular body bare and inviting. His skin was the color of caramel, and his eyes sparkled with desire. He looked at her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
“You came,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“I couldn’t stay away,” she replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
She moved towards him, and he reached out and pulled her down onto the bed. They kissed, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced together, and she could feel the heat building between them.
He moved his hands over her body, caressing her soft skin. He traced her curves, and she moaned with pleasure. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her shiver with delight.
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingertips. She moved lower, caressing his abs and making him gasp with pleasure. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he groaned with desire.
He rolled on top of her, and they kissed again. He moved his hips, and she could feel his cock pressed against her pussy. She was wet, ready for him. He entered her slowly, and she moaned with pleasure.
They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony. He thrust deeper, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. They moved faster, their bodies slick with sweat.
He reached down and caressed her clit, and she cried out with pleasure. She was close, so close. He thrust harder, and she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. He followed her, his own orgasm ripping through him.
They lay together, their bodies entwined. They were spent, satisfied. She looked at him, and he looked back at her. They smiled, and she knew that this was the beginning of something special.
She moved closer, and he wrapped his arms around her. They fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
In the stillness of the night, they found each other. And in the morning, they would wake up and do it all over again.
