In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was a vision of beauty, with her thick, black hair cascading down her shoulders and pooling at the small of her back. Her skin was a warm, golden hue, glowing in the soft light. She was naked, her body a perfect balance of curves and angles. Her hips flared out gently, leading to long, slender legs. Her back curved in at the waist, highlighting the firm roundness of her buttocks.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat. He had always been drawn to her, her beauty and strength a siren’s call that he could not resist. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She did not move, did not acknowledge his presence. But he could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the slight tremble in her limbs. She knew he was there.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He trailed his fingers down her arm, tracing the curve of her waist before resting his hands on her hips. He pulled her closer, his chest pressing against her back. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire a tangible thing.
He kissed her neck, his lips soft and warm against her skin. She moaned, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. He kissed her again, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She tasted of salt and sweetness, a flavor that was uniquely her. He nibbled on her earlobe, earning a gasp from her.
His hands moved, caressing her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She arched into his touch, her body begging for more. He obliged, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. She moaned, her body trembling with desire.
His hands continued their journey, tracing a path down her stomach before reaching her thighs. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned, her hips bucking as his fingers found her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in slow circles. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
He slipped a finger inside her, earning a gasp from her. He added another finger, stretching her. She was tight, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He moved his fingers, fucking her with them. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He pushed inside her, his cock sliding in easily. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her body moving with his.
He increased his pace, his hips thrusting faster. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, her orgasm building. He rubbed her faster, his thrusts becoming erratic. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. She came, her orgasm rippling through her body. He followed her, his orgasm crashing through him. He moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.
They stood there, their bodies entwined. He kissed her shoulder, his lips soft and warm against her skin. She shivered, her body still trembling with pleasure. He pulled out of her, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. She moaned, her body missing his warmth.
He turned her around, his hands cupping her face. He kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She kissed him back, her tongue darting out to taste him. They stood there, their bodies pressed together. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in sync.
They broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other. He whispered something in her ear, his voice soft and low. She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. They stood there, their bodies entwined. In the dimly lit room, they were the only two people in the world.
