In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, Adeline, a statuesque brunette of 35, lay on the plush velvet chaise longue, her curvaceous body sheathed in a slinky emerald gown that accentuated her ample assets. She ran a finger over her plump bottom lip, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she watched the man, Damien, a ruggedly handsome specimen of 38, approach her.
“Adeline,” he murmured, his voice husky with longing. He traced a path from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts, watching as her nipples hardened beneath the fabric. “You are a vision.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you, Damien, are overdressed.”
He chuckled, his fingers deftly unfastening his cufflinks and tossing them onto the nearby table. He shrugged off his jacket and undid his tie, his movements slow and deliberate. Adeline watched, her breath hitching as he revealed his muscular chest, a smattering of dark hair trailing down his abs and disappearing into his pants.
“Better?” he asked, his hand resting on the button of his trousers.
“Much,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, his cock straining against his boxer briefs. Adeline licked her lips, her gaze riveted on the bulge in his underwear. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled them down, his cock springing free.
Adeline’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. He was large and thick, the head already glistening with precum. She extended a hand, beckoning him closer.
He obliged, striding towards her with purpose. He knelt between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble graze her skin. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.
She pulled him down, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His tongue darted out, tangling with hers, his hands roaming over her body. She moaned, her back arching as he squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
He broke the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to the valley between her breasts. He licked and nibbled at her skin, his hands deftly undoing the zipper of her dress. It pooled around her waist, exposing her lacy black bra and matching thong.
He growled, his eyes dark with desire. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She moaned, her back arching as he pinched and twisted them. He leaned down, his tongue snaking out to lick at one hardened peak. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He continued his assault, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, his hands roaming over her body. She writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder as he brought her closer to the edge.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong, pulling it down her legs. She kicked it off, her legs spreading wider as he settled between them.
He ran a finger over her slit, feeling her wetness coat his skin. She moaned, her hips bucking as he circled her clit. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him.
“Fuck, Adeline,” he groaned, adding a second finger. “You’re so tight, so wet.”
She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. She was close, so close.
He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He slid in easily, her wetness coating him. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her.
He began to move, his hips pistoning as he drove into her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.
She moaned, her head thrown back as he hit her spot. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers.
They broke the kiss, their breathing ragged as they reached their peak. He groaned, his cock twitching as he filled her. She moaned, her muscles clenching around him as she came.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy as he caught his breath. She ran her fingers through his hair, her body still humming with pleasure.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. “Adeline,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverence.
“Damien,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.
He pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked her clean.
He sat back, his hand moving to her face. He traced her jawline, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes filled with adoration.
She smiled, her eyes shining. “So are you.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of him.
When they broke the kiss, they were both smiling.
He stood up, offering her a hand. She took it, her body still humming with pleasure as he pulled her up.
They dressed in silence, their eyes meeting every now and then. When they were both dressed, he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her.
“Adeline,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.
“Damien,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled back, his thumb brushing over her cheek.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmured, his eyes filled with longing.
She nodded, her eyes shining. “Yes, tomorrow.”
He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her heart still pounding with pleasure.
When he was gone, she touched her face, feeling the remnants of his cum on her skin.
She smiled, her heart still full of love for him.
Tomorrow, she thought, as she walked away, tomorrow would be another day.
