It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. Miriam, a woman of 25 with short, dark hair, found herself unable to sleep. She slipped out of bed and padded softly to the balcony, the cool tiles soothing her bare feet.
She leaned against the railing, gazing out at the moonlit garden. The silence was broken by the faintest of sounds, a soft rustle from the shadows. A figure emerged, tall and lithe, with hair the color of midnight. It was her neighbor, Adrian, a man of 30, who had moved in a month ago.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers down her spine.
“No,” she replied, her voice barely audible. “The heat… it’s unbearable.”
He nodded, moving closer. His eyes, dark like his hair, held a smoldering intensity that made her heart race. Without a word, he reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. She looked up at him, her breath hitching as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, igniting a fire within her.
She responded eagerly, her hands exploring his muscled chest, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt. He tugged at the straps of her nightgown, pulling it down to reveal her breasts. His mouth found her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, sending waves of pleasure through her.
She moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He lifted her onto the railing, her legs wrapping around his waist. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her pussy, the fabric of their clothes a frustrating barrier.
With a growl, he tore at her nightgown, ripping it away. His fingers found her wet, ready for him. He circled her clit, teasing her, before plunging a finger into her pussy. She cried out, her back arching as he added another finger, fucking her roughly.
She was beyond words, beyond thought. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him fill her up. She reached down, pulling at his pants, freeing his cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip.
“Please,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her head falling back as he began to move, each stroke harder, deeper than the last. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the night, punctuated by her moans and his grunts.
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. She was close, so close. She could feel the orgasm building, coiling deep within her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice strained.
He didn’t. He kept going, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grunts turning into growls. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cock twitching as he reached his peak.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his thumb pressing harder on her clit.
She did. She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. He followed, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They stayed like that, panting and spent, for what felt like an eternity. The night air cooled their sweat-slicked bodies, bringing them back to reality.
“That was… incredible,” she breathed, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his lips brushing her ear.
They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence of the night broken only by the sound of their breathing and the distant hoot of an owl. It was a moment of perfection, a moment they knew they would never forget.
