In the stillness of the night, the moon cast a soft glow through the window of the secluded cabin. The room was illuminated just enough to reveal the silhouette of two figures, entwined in a passionate embrace.
Eleanor, a woman of 25 with long, flowing auburn hair, lay on the bed, her curves accentuated by the soft light. Her lips met those of the man above her, a handsome stranger she had met just hours before. His stubble grazed her chin as their tongues danced, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.
His hands roamed her body, caressing every inch of her skin. He traced the outline of her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, hungry for more.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe. She moaned softly as he made his way to her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and teasing them with his tongue.
Eleanor ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she longed to feel him inside her. But she wanted to savor every moment of their encounter, to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.
He made his way down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her hips, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above her mound. She gasped as he gently parted her lips, his tongue darting out to taste her.
She was already wet, ready for him. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with pleasure. She could feel herself on the brink, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.
But just as she was about to come, he stopped. She looked up at him, confused and frustrated. But he had a wicked gleam in his eye, and she knew he had something planned.
He reached for a condom, sliding it on with practiced ease. Then he positioned himself above her, his hard cock pressing against her entrance.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her.
They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony. He thrust harder and harder, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
She could feel herself close to the edge again, and this time she didn’t hold back. She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.
He followed her over the edge, his own release triggered by the feel of her muscles clenching around him.
They lay together, spent and satisfied. He pulled out of her, and she could feel his cum sliding down her thighs. She reached down, scooping up a handful and spreading it over her body.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire. “Again?” she whispered.
He grinned, his eyes full of lust. “Again,” he said, and they began again, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself.
