In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair as dark as the night stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the window. She was naked, her curves illuminated in a way that made her skin glisten with an ethereal light. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her shapely hips.
The door creaked open, and a man entered, his eyes immediately drawn to the vision before him. He was a tall, muscular figure, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. He closed the door behind him, and she turned to face him, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own.
Without a word, he crossed the room, his eyes never leaving hers. He stopped when he was inches away from her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before tangling in her hair. He pulled her towards him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that made her heart race.
His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples, eliciting a low moan from her lips. She arched her back, pressing her body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock against her thigh.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her earlobe before whispering, “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” She shivered, her breath hitching as his hands moved lower, his fingers teasing her wet slit.
He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her legs trembling as he began to move it in and out of her. She was so wet, so ready for him. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with his fingers. He groaned, his head falling back as she teased him, her fingers exploring every inch of him.
He pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered, her body begging for more. He spun her around, pushing her against the wall, her breasts pressed against the cool surface. He ran his hands down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine before reaching her ass. He squeezed it, his fingers digging into her flesh.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet slit. He pushed inside her, and she gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers as he fucked her hard and deep. She moaned, her fingers digging into the wall as he took her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her body shaking as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
He didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. She could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling inside her. He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cum filling her.
He pulled out of her, and she turned to face him, her body still trembling with aftershocks. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, their bodies pressed together.
They stood there, their hearts beating in sync, their breaths mingling as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
The sun had set, the room now bathed in darkness, but they didn’t need light to see each other. They knew each other, inside and out, their connection as deep as the night itself.
And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this was just the beginning.
