In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of a single lamp. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends brushing against the smooth, caramel skin of her back. She was nude, her curves on full display, each one hinting at the strength and passion that lay beneath. Her thick thighs tapered into a round, firm ass, the muscles rippling as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her fiery spirit and sharp wit drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had waited patiently, biding his time until the moment was right. And now, here she was, standing before him, her body begging for his touch.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As he approached her, he could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the slight tremble in her limbs. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder, and she leaned into his touch, her head falling to the side as she exposed the length of her neck.
He took advantage of the invitation, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her throat. He kissed her softly, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her body melting against his as she surrendered to the sensation. He continued his assault, his lips moving up to her ear, his teeth nibbling at the lobe.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. “I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t need to hear more. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body as he explored every inch of her. His fingers found her nipples, hard and sensitive, and he pinched them gently, eliciting a gasp from her lips.
She reached for him, her fingers finding the waistband of his pants. She tugged at them, her eyes pleading with him to remove them. He obliged, his cock springing free, hard and ready for her.
She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth. She stroked him slowly, her thumb rubbing small circles over the tip of his cock. He groaned, his head falling back as he gave himself over to the pleasure of her touch.
But he wanted more. He wanted to taste her, to feel her wet and ready for him. He dropped to his knees, his mouth finding the soft, wet folds of her pussy. He licked her slowly, his tongue tracing the length of her slit. She moaned, her hips bucking as she ground herself against his face.
He continued his assault, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her gently, his touch firm and confident. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing and releasing as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
When she was finished, he stood, his cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire.
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding in with ease. She was wet and ready for him, her pussy gripping him tightly. He began to move, his hips thrusting as he fucked her hard and deep.
She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in time with his. She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life.
He could feel his own climax building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit once again. He rubbed her firmly, his touch sending her over the edge.
She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came. He followed her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies still intertwined. He pulled out, his cock slipping from her wet and satisfied pussy.
She turned to face him, her eyes shining with gratitude and desire. “Again?” she asked, her voice soft and breathy.
He smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. “Anytime you want,” he replied.
