In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven hair lay in her bed, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. She had been tossing and turning, her mind consumed with thoughts of the man she had met at the bar earlier that evening. His name was Luca, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with a smoldering gaze that had sent shivers down her spine.
As if on cue, she heard a soft knock at her window. She got out of bed and opened it to find Luca standing there, a mischievous grin on his face.
“May I come in?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
She nodded, and he climbed through the window, his eyes never leaving hers. He was wearing a black leather jacket and tight jeans, and she could see the outline of his hard cock through the fabric.
Without a word, he pulled her close and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth with a passion that made her heart race. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and ass, and she could feel herself getting wet with desire.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes burning with lust. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he said, his voice rough with need.
She reached down and stroked his cock through his jeans, feeling it twitch and grow in her hand. He groaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back.
“Take them off,” she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
He obeyed, kicking off his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she couldn’t help but stare.
He pulled her close again, and she could feel his cock pressing against her belly. He kissed her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against him.
He reached down and slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, and she gasped, her legs trembling.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
She reached down and stroked his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her grip.
He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his fingers continued to stroke her clit. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice rough with need.
She nodded, unable to speak. He pulled her panties off and pushed her back onto the bed. He knelt between her legs and spread them wide, his eyes taking in the sight of her wet pussy.
He leaned down and licked her, his tongue tracing a path from her clit to her entrance and back again. She moaned and writhed, her hands fisting in the sheets.
He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her back arching off the bed. He added a second finger, fucking her slowly as his tongue continued to tease her clit.
She could feel herself getting close, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He didn’t let up, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to send her over the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
He stood up and positioned his cock at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers. He pushed inside her, filling her completely.
He started to fuck her, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He reached down and stroked her clit, sending her over the edge again. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming erratic as he got closer and closer to his own release.
“I’m going to cum,” he moaned, his voice rough with need.
She nodded, unable to speak. He pulled out and stroked his cock, his release spurting
over her stomach and chest, mixing with the sweat and moisture already there.
He collapsed next to her, his chest heaving. She reached down and stroked his hair, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looked at her, his eyes soft. “Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before he stood up and got dressed.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said, his voice low and husky.
She nodded, watching as he climbed out the window and disappeared into the night. She lay back on the bed, her body still trembling with pleasure, and smiled.
