In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. Her hair was as dark as night, cascading down her back in thick waves. Her skin was a rich, golden hue, glowing in the faint light. She was nude, her curves on full display. Her back was to the door, as if unaware of the presence behind her.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath caught in his throat. He had never seen a woman quite like her before. She was full-figured, her body lush and inviting. Her hips flared out gently, leading to legs that seemed to go on for miles. He could see the curve of her ass, round and firm, and his hands itched to reach out and touch it.
He stepped closer, unable to resist the pull of her. As he approached, she turned, her eyes meeting his. They were dark and sultry, a window to a soul that was both innocent and seductive. She smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips, and he felt his cock stir in his pants.
Without a word, she reached out, her fingers trailing down his chest. He sucked in a breath, his skin tingling under her touch. She moved closer, her body pressing against his. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
Their lips met, soft and tender at first, but quickly growing in passion. He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moaned into his mouth, her body grinding against his. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest, and he reached down, cupping her breasts in his hands.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. She tilted her head back, exposing more of her skin to him. He licked and nibbled at her, feeling her shudder under his touch. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the curve of her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He moved lower still, his lips brushing against her belly. He could feel the muscles tighten under his touch, and he smiled. He kissed her hip, then lower, his tongue tracing a path to her core. She was wet, her juices coating her lips. He licked at her, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her warmth surround him. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him. He added a second finger, stretching her open. She moaned louder, her hips grinding against his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He stood, his cock hard and throbbing. He guided it to her entrance, feeling her heat surround him. He pushed inside her, feeling her tighten around him. He started to move, thrusting in and out of her. She matched his rhythm, her hips meeting his.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her tighten around him. She moaned louder, her orgasm building again. He thrust harder, faster, feeling his own orgasm building.
He cried out as he came, his orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating in time. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and content. He smiled down at her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
They didn’t need words. They had said everything they needed to say with their bodies. They had spoken the language of love, and it was a language they both understood.
