In the dimly lit room, a woman with a wild mane of curly hair lounged on the bed. She trailed her fingers through the tuft of dark hair at the apex of her thighs, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. A man, his own hair disheveled from their earlier escapades, watched her from the doorway, desire burning in his eyes.
He approached her, crawling onto the bed and pinning her wrists above her head. Their lips met in a passionate dance, tongues entwining as they drank from each other’s mouths. His hand roamed her body, teasing her nipples into hard peaks before traveling lower to cup her mound.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips, slipping a finger between her slick folds. She gasped, hips bucking against his touch.
“Always for you,” she replied, biting her bottom lip as he circled her clit with his thumb.
He released her wrists, instead using his free hand to undo his pants and free his throbbing cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Ready for me?” he asked, nipping at her earlobe.
“Always,” she whispered, guiding him inside her.
He thrust deep, filling her completely. Their moans filled the room as they moved together, finding a rhythm that left them both breathless. She raked her nails down his back, urging him on as he pounded into her.
Sweat slicked their skin, mingling with the evidence of their lovemaking. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he felt her walls tighten around him. She cried out as she came, her orgasm triggering his own.
He collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied. She curled against him, running her fingers through his messy hair as they caught their breath.
“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I love you too,” she replied, smiling as she closed her eyes.
