It was a humid summer’s night, and the full moon cast a soft glow over the quiet town. In a small, cozy apartment, lived a woman with long, flowing auburn hair and a secret. A secret that only her lover knew – she took great care of her thick, curly pubic hair, a rarity in this age of bareness.
She was waiting for him tonight, her body tingling with anticipation. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair cascading down her shoulders, her scent of jasmine and musk filling the room. She heard his familiar footsteps approaching, and her heart raced.
The door creaked open, and he entered, his eyes meeting hers. He was a man of dark hair and a stubble-covered jaw, a smoldering look in his eyes. He crossed the room, and his arms enveloped her, his lips finding hers. Their tongues intertwined, and she moaned softly, feeling him grow hard against her.
He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples through the silk. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her moans growing louder.
He pushed the robe off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin, her hard nipples, and her trimmed, curly bush. His eyes lit up, and he growled, “You’re so beautiful.”
He lowered himself to his knees, and his lips met her curls. He inhaled her scent deeply, and then his tongue darted out, tasting her. She gasped, her hands finding his head, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair.
He explored her with his tongue, lapping at her folds, teasing her clit. She trembled, her breath hitching as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She was wet, her juices running down her thighs, and she was ready for him.
He stood up, and his cock sprang free, hard and ready. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He entered her in one swift motion, and they both gasped, their bodies coming together as one.
He carried her to the bed, and they fell onto it, their bodies entwined. He began to thrust, slowly at first, and then faster, harder. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together, their moans filling the room.
He reached down, his fingers finding her curls, and he rubbed her clit as he fucked her. She cried out, her orgasm building, and then it crashed over her, leaving her trembling and spent.
He followed her, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his warmth. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As they lay there, their hearts beating together, she whispered, “I love you.”
He smiled, his eyes filled with love and desire, and he whispered back, “I love you too.”
And as the night wore on, and the moon began to set, they remained wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined, their love for each other unwavering.
