In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette stark against the city’s twinkling lights. She was a sight to behold, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the room.
He approached her from behind, his hands reaching out to touch her bare shoulders. She shivered at his touch, her body betraying her excitement. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her earlobe, causing her to gasp.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She turned to face him, her dark eyes sparkling with desire. They kissed, their lips meeting in a passionate dance. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, feeling her heat.
She pulled away, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, her hands exploring his chest. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the outline of his muscles. He groaned, his hands tangled in her hair.
She led him to the bed, her hands never leaving his body. They tumbled onto the mattress, their bodies entwined. She straddled him, her hands on his chest, her eyes locked onto his. She leaned down, her lips meeting his in a searing kiss.
He rolled her over, his body pressing hers into the mattress. He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. He teased her nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling them. She arched her back, her moans filling the room.
He kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing a path to her core. He licked her, his tongue delving into her folds. She cried out, her hands tangled in his hair. He sucked and licked, his fingers joining in to stretch and prepare her.
She was ready, her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers. He pushed in, her body welcoming him. He moved, his thrusts steady and deep. She met him, her hips rising to meet his.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed, his fingers circling the sensitive nub. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed, his own release close behind.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The city lights danced across the room, casting shadows on their bodies. They were spent, their bodies sated. But their eyes, they held a promise of more to come.
And so, they began again, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time. The night was young, and they had much to explore.
