The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a secluded corner of the rooftop terrace, a woman stood, her raven hair cascading down her back in a silky waterfall. She was nude, her curves bathed in shadows and silver light.
He watched her from the shadows, his breath hitched in his throat. He had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of her dark beauty. He stepped out, his footsteps silent on the cool tiles, and approached her, his eyes never leaving her form.
She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and desire. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, a prelude to the pleasures to come.
His hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with desire. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, his teeth gently nipping at them. She arched her back, her head thrown back in pleasure. He moved down, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her navel, his tongue dipping into it, and she giggled, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she nodded, her eyes filled with trust. He spread her legs, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of her pussy. She was wet, her juices glistening on her skin. He leaned in, his tongue replacing his fingers, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
He licked and sucked at her, his fingers finding her clit, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around it. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair. He could feel her muscles tensing, her body trembling, and he knew she was close. He increased his pace, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers pressing harder.
She came with a cry, her body shaking, her juices flowing. He stood, his lips glistening, and he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs around his waist. He carried her to the nearby chaise lounge, laying her down, his body covering hers.
He entered her in one swift thrust, her pussy welcoming him, her muscles tightening around him. He groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to go faster.
He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, her teeth nibbling at his ear. He could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening, his cock swelling.
He came with a groan, his seed filling her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She held him close, her body trembling with aftershocks, her lips pressed against his neck.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The night was still, the city silent, and for a moment, it was just them, two bodies, two souls, connected in the most intimate of ways.
As the first light of dawn began to break, they parted, their bodies slick with sweat, their eyes heavy with sleep. They dressed in silence, their fingers brushing against each other, their eyes meeting in a promise of more to come.
And as they went their separate ways, the memory of their night together remained, a secret only they shared, a whisper in the night.
