In the stillness of the night, a woman with cascading curls of raven black hair stirred from her sleep. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 25 years with a fiery spirit that matched her fiery mane. She lived alone in a small apartment in the heart of the city, and on this night, she couldn’t sleep. Her mind raced with thoughts of him, the man she had been seeing for the past few weeks.
She slipped out of bed, her body wrapped in a silky negligee that hinted at the curves beneath. She padded to the window, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the darkness for any sign of him. And then she saw him, a shadowy figure standing in the alley below, looking up at her window.
She felt a thrill of excitement run through her veins as she watched him. She knew what he wanted, what they both wanted. She opened the window, the cool night air sending shivers down her spine.
“Come up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didn’t need to be told twice. She watched as he climbed the fire escape, his movements swift and sure. He was a man of 30, with chiseled features and a body that was toned from years of physical labor. His eyes were dark and intense, and they never left hers as he climbed up to her window.
He slipped inside, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her close. His lips found hers, and they kissed, a deep, passionate kiss that made her heart race. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.
They tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. His hands were everywhere, touching her in all the right places, making her body hum with desire. She ran her fingers through his hair, marveling at the silky softness of it.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue tasting her skin and sending shivers down her spine. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and he took her up on her offer. His mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing until she was gasping with pleasure.
His hand drifted down between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She was already wet, her body ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned with pleasure. He added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for what was to come.
And then he was inside her, his cock filling her and making her feel complete. They moved together, their bodies in sync as they chased their release. He thrust deeper and harder, and she met him stroke for stroke, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
She cried out as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum. They lay together, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath.
And then he was gone, slipping out into the night as silently as he had come. She lay in bed, her body humming with satisfaction and her heart filled with a sense of contentment. She knew that she would see him again, and that thought made her smile.
In the stillness of the night, a woman with cascading curls of raven black hair slept, her body sated and her heart full of love.
