It was a hot summer night, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a sultry brunette with long hair that cascaded down her back, found herself alone with Mark, a ruggedly handsome man with a devilish grin.
Sarah had always been attracted to Mark’s raw masculinity, and she knew that he felt the same way about her. They had been flirting for weeks, exchanging heated glances and lingering touches that left them both wanting more.
Tonight, they were finally going to give in to their desires.
Mark leaned in, his lips brushing against Sarah’s ear as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Sarah.” His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “I want you too, Mark,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark didn’t need any further encouragement. He pressed his lips to Sarah’s, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as they kissed passionately.
Their hands explored each other’s bodies, caressing and teasing as they grew more and more aroused. Mark’s fingers found their way into Sarah’s hair, tugging gently as he deepened their kiss.
Sarah moaned, her body arching towards him as she felt his hard length pressing against her. She reached down, her fingers brushing against his cock through his jeans.
Mark growled, his hips thrusting forward as he ground himself against her hand. “Fuck, Sarah,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Sarah smiled, her fingers working quickly to undo his jeans. She wanted to feel him, to taste him.
Mark helped her, kicking off his jeans and underwear as Sarah pulled his shirt over his head.
He was beautiful, all hard muscle and smooth skin. Sarah couldn’t help but stare, her eyes drinking in the sight of him.
Mark reached for her, his fingers tugging at the hem of her dress. Sarah lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head.
She stood before him, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Mark’s eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her.
Sarah felt self-conscious for a moment, but then Mark’s hands were on her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
She moaned, her head falling back as he kissed and nibbled at her neck.
Mark’s fingers found the clasp of her bra, undoing it with a flick of his wrist. Sarah’s breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Mark didn’t disappoint. He bent his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
Sarah cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
Mark’s hand slid down her body, cupping her mound through her panties. Sarah could feel the heat radiating from him, and she knew that she was already wet.
Mark rubbed her through the fabric, his fingers teasing her clit as she moaned and writhed against him.
Sarah couldn’t take it any longer. She needed to feel him inside her.
She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.
Mark’s cock was hard and ready, and Sarah positioned herself above him, slowly lowering herself onto his length.
They both moaned as she took him in, her body stretching to accommodate him.
Sarah began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as Mark’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her.
Their bodies moved together, their moans and gasps filling the room as they chased their release.
Mark’s fingers found Sarah’s clit, rubbing and teasing as she rode him harder and faster.
Sarah felt herself on the edge, her body tensing as she prepared to fall over the edge.
Mark thrust up into her, his cock hitting her G-spot as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Mark followed her, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed.
Sarah collapsed onto him, her body spent and sated.
Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they caught their breath.
Sarah reached up, her fingers tracing through the sticky trails of cum that had landed on her face and in her hair.
She smiled, her fingers glistening in the dim light. “I think you made a bit of a mess,” she teased, her voice soft and playful.
Mark grinned, his fingers joining hers as they traced through the sticky substance. “I guess I did,” he said, his voice husky with satisfaction.
Sarah leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I think I’ll keep it,” she whispered, her fingers still tangled in the sticky mess.
Mark chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “I think I’ll let you,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Sarah knew that this was the start of something special. She couldn’t wait to see where it would take them.
