It was a hot summer night, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a woman with long, flowing hair and a push-up bra that accentuated her ample assets, found herself alone in her apartment, unable to shake the feeling of desire that had been building within her all day. She had been thinking about him all day, ever since their eyes had met across the crowded room at the party the night before.
She had seen him watching her, his gaze lingering on her body, taking in every curve and contour. And she had felt a thrill run through her, a spark of excitement that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had known then that she wanted him, that she needed to feel his hands on her body, his lips on hers.
And now, here she was, alone in her apartment, her mind filled with thoughts of him. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to see him, to touch him, to feel him inside her. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, her heart racing as she waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” His voice was low and deep, sending shivers down her spine.
“Hey, it’s Sarah. I can’t stop thinking about you. I need to see you.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then, “I’ll be right over.”
She hung up the phone and waited, her body tingling with anticipation. She could hardly believe what she had just done, but she knew that she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him, and she was going to have him.
A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. She rushed to open it, her heart pounding in her chest. And there he was, standing in front of her, his eyes dark with desire.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers, and she moaned as his tongue explored her mouth. She could feel the heat building between them, the desire that had been building all day.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She gasped as he pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She reached down, her fingers finding the button of his jeans, and she undid it, her hand slipping inside to find his hard cock. She stroked him, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she stroked him. “Fuck, Sarah. I need you.”
She led him to the bedroom, her body tingling with anticipation. They tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined as they kissed and touched each other.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips finding her nipples, his tongue teasing them until they were hard and aching. She moaned, her back arching as he sucked and bit at her nipples.
His hand slipped between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her hips bucking as he touched her.
He slid a finger inside her, his thumb still circling her clit. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his finger. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for his cock.
She could feel the orgasm building inside her, the pleasure growing stronger with each stroke of his fingers. She moaned, her body tensing as she approached the edge.
And then he was inside her, his cock filling her completely. She gasped, her hips meeting his as he began to thrust.
Their bodies moved together, their moans and gasps filling the room as they fucked each other. He thrust deeper, harder, faster, taking her to the edge of ecstasy.
And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he came, filling her with his warmth.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
