Whisked Away

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood before the large floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the city lights behind her. She was nude, her curves on full display, her dark skin glowing in the soft light.

He watched her from the bed, his eyes tracing every inch of her body. He had been admiring her from afar for weeks, their connection undeniable. And now, here she was, in his room, ready to give herself to him.

He approached her slowly, his movements calculated. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, feeling her body press against his. She let out a soft sigh as he began to kiss her neck, his lips exploring every inch of her smooth skin.

Their bodies moved in sync as he turned her around to face him. She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with desire. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.

His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, stopping at the apex of her thighs. She was already wet, ready for him.

He knelt down in front of her, spreading her legs apart. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped, her hands reaching for his head as he began to explore her, his tongue teasing her clit.

She was moaning louder now, her body shaking as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He stood up, his fingers taking over where his tongue left off. She was close, so close.

He entered her, filling her completely. She cried out, her body adjusting to his size. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Their bodies moved together, their moans filling the room. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around him. He quickened his pace, driving deeper and harder into her.

She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his release filling her. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent.

She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “Again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. And he knew, this was just the beginning.

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