In the heat of the summer evening, Cassandra lay on her four-poster bed, dressed in nothing but a black lace bikini and a swipe of fire-engine red lipstick. She had been admiring herself in the mirror, running her hands over the lace fabric that barely covered her ample breasts and the curve of her hips. She felt wanton, desirable, and she knew that she wanted to be taken tonight.
Cassandra’s husband, Mark, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to his wife’s near-naked form. He felt his cock stir in his pants as he took in the sight of her, her nipples hard beneath the lace, her lips parted in anticipation.
“You look incredible,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Cassandra smiled, her lips curling in a seductive arc. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Because I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Mark crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, tracing a finger over the strap of Cassandra’s bikini. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Mark said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been dreaming about what I want to do to you.”
Cassandra’s heart raced as she imagined the possibilities. She had been wearing the bikini all day, knowing that it would drive Mark wild with desire. And now, here he was, ready to take her, to claim her as his own.
Mark leaned in, pressing his lips to Cassandra’s. She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh.
Cassandra reached down, her fingers brushing against the bulge in Mark’s pants. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire that threatened to consume them both.
Mark groaned, his hands reaching down to cup Cassandra’s breasts. He could feel her nipples, hard and sensitive beneath the lace. He wanted to tear the bikini from her body, to take her right there on the bed.
But he knew that Cassandra deserved more than that. She deserved to be worshipped, to be cherished. And so, he began to explore her body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.
Cassandra arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Mark’s lips found her nipples. He sucked and teased them through the lace, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin.
Cassandra reached down, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of Mark’s pants. She wanted him inside her, needed him to fill her up.
Mark helped her, kicking off his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Cassandra reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip of his cock.
Mark groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure. Cassandra could feel him trembling, on the edge of release.
But she wasn’t ready for that yet. She wanted to draw out the pleasure, to make it last as long as possible.
And so, she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She sucked him slowly, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
Mark groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in Cassandra’s hair. She took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate him.
And then, suddenly, she pulled away. She stood up, her body swaying with desire.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Take me now.”
Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up, his hands reaching for Cassandra’s bikini. He tugged at the straps, pulling them down her body.
Cassandra stepped out of the bikini, her body bared to Mark’s gaze. She was beautiful, her curves soft and inviting.
Mark reached out, his fingers tracing a path over her skin. He could feel her heat, her wetness.
And then, he was inside her, filling her up, completing her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Cassandra’s moans filled the room, mingling with Mark’s grunts of pleasure.
They tried every position, exploring each other’s bodies in new and exciting ways. They took their time, drawing out the pleasure, making it last as long as possible.
And when they were finished, they lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
Cassandra looked up at Mark, her eyes shining with love and desire. “I love you,” she whispered.
Mark smiled, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. “I love you too,” he said.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies sated and content.
