In the dimly lit bedroom, the scent of musk and desire hung heavy in the air. The figure of a man, his skin a rich, dark shade, leaned against the wall, watching the woman on the bed with a predatory gaze. She was laying on her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath, her eyes glued to his form.
“Come here,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. He didn’t need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping at the edge of the bed. She reached out, her fingers tracing the muscles of his thigh, before moving up to the waistband of his pants.
“You’re overdressed,” she purred, her eyes never leaving his. He smirked, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. He undid them one by one, revealing inch by inch of tanned, toned skin. She licked her lips, her breath hitching as he shrugged the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
Her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, her fingers deftly undoing it before moving to the button of his pants. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and something more. He nodded, giving her silent permission. She pushed his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free.
She leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin. She licked her lips, her eyes flicking up to his. He groaned, his hands going to her head as she took him into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her hands moving to stroke the base of his cock.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his hips thrusting forward. She moaned, the sound sending him over the edge. He came, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his.
He pulled her up, his hands going to her pants. He undid them, his fingers brushing against her wet folds. She moaned, her head falling back. He pushed her pants down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, his other hand playing with her nipples.
She came, her orgasm washing over her. She moaned, her body shaking. He held her close, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together.
“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes shining. He smiled, his fingers tracing her cheek.
“I love you too,” he replied, his heart full. And in that moment, in the dimly lit bedroom, they were the only two people in the world.
