In the heart of the city, a rendezvous was set to take place. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the midnight-black skin of the man who awaited. His chiseled chest, glistening with sweat, was bared to the night as he sat upon the edge of the bed, his breath held in anticipation.
A soft knock upon the door stirred him from his reverie, and he rose to answer. Standing before him was a woman, her cinnamon skin a stark contrast to his own. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, scanned his body before meeting his gaze. She wore a simple robe, which she allowed to fall from her shoulders, revealing her nakedness beneath. Her body was a work of art – curves in all the right places, her dark nipples inviting his touch.
Without a word, she moved closer, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, causing his breath to hitch. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Her breath was hot against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Her mouth found his, her tongue exploring his mouth as they kissed deeply, hungrily. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his.
She broke away, her lips traveling down his neck, her teeth nibbling gently at his earlobe. He tilted his head back, giving her better access, his hands gripping her hips. Her fingers trailed down his stomach, teasing the waistband of his pants before slipping inside. He gasped as she encircled his hard length, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him.
She knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his as she freed him from his pants. She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his as she took him into her mouth. He groaned, his head falling back as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around his tip.
She worked him with her mouth, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper. He could feel himself nearing the edge, but he wanted more. He reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her, setting the pace.
Suddenly, she pulled away, her lips glistening. “Not yet,” she purred, her hand still wrapped around him. She stood, leading him to the bed. He lay down, his body tense with anticipation as she straddled him, her wetness pressed against his length.
She teased him, grinding against him, her wetness coating his tip. He reached up, his fingers tracing her nipples, pinching them gently. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to slide down onto him.
He filled her completely, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She rode him, her hands on his chest for balance, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He could feel himself nearing the edge again, but he held back, wanting to savor every moment.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the city below. The bed creaked with each thrust, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air. He could feel himself losing control, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, her body tensing as she reached her peak. He followed soon after, his release filling her completely. She collapsed onto him, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in sync.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowing as they came down from their high. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “I told you I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “And it was worth every moment.”
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the night around them fading as the first light of dawn began to break through the curtains.
