In the dimly lit room, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moonlight. She was partially nude, her curves on full display. Her hips were generously proportioned, a testament to her femininity. She was a vision of beauty and allure.
He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, and now, here she was, in his apartment, and seemingly willing. He took a step towards her, his heart pounding in his chest.
She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. There was a spark there, a flicker of desire. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. He took it as an invitation and closed the distance between them.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nipped at her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her. He licked and sucked at her skin, leaving a trail of kisses down her chest. He knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips.
He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and desire. He licked and sucked at her, his fingers digging into her hips.
She moaned, her head thrown back. Her hands were in his hair, holding him to her. He slid a finger inside her, testing her readiness. She was wet, her body ready for him. He added another finger, stretching her.
He stood, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to heighten her desire. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the wall, his cock nudging at her entrance.
She broke the kiss, her lips finding his ear. “Yes,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around him. He thrust deeper, harder, pushing her over the edge.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed her, his own release triggered by hers. He groaned, his head thrown back as he came.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected. He slowly lowered her, his cock slipping out of her. She smiled at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
He smiled back, his own satisfaction mirrored in his eyes. They had just shared something special, something intimate. And he couldn’t wait to do it again.
