In the dimly lit room, a single candle flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. A woman, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back in loose waves, sat at the vanity, brushing her hair with slow, deliberate strokes. She wore a simple white cotton nightgown, the thin fabric doing little to conceal her curves.
A knock at the door startled her, and she turned to see a figure standing in the doorway. It was the man of the house, a tall, handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing only a pair of silk pajama bottoms, his toned chest and abs on full display.
“May I come in?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
She nodded, her heart racing as he approached her. He sat down behind her, his legs straddling hers, and took the brush from her hand.
“Let me,” he said, his breath warm against her ear.
He began to brush her hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, leaning back against him, and let out a soft moan as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her earlobe.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through the silk pajamas. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she stroked him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, as he licked and sucked at her sensitive skin.
He reached down, his fingers finding the hem of her nightgown, and began to lift it up, revealing her bare legs, her smooth thighs, and the patch of neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her legs.
He kissed his way down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He knelt before her, his face level with her pussy, and inhaled deeply.
“You smell so good,” he said, his voice muffled by her thighs.
He parted her lips, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair as he licked and sucked at her clit. He slipped a finger inside her, crooking it to hit her g-spot, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his face.
He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue working her clit, as she moaned and writhed in pleasure. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He redoubled his efforts, his fingers fucking her harder, his tongue lashing at her clit, as she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure.
He stood, his cock hard and ready, and lifted her, his hands on her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, as he carried her to the bed.
He lay her down, his body covering hers, and entered her in one smooth thrust. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, as he began to fuck her.
He set a fast, hard pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock pounding her pussy. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her orgasm building again, as he fucked her harder, his fingers working her clit.
She came again, her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm triggering his own. He cried out, his hips jerking as he filled her with his cum.
He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving, his cock still buried deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, as they caught their breath.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I love you too,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the candle flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. But even in the darkness, they could still see each other, their love shining brighter than any candle.
