In the dimly lit room, Eleanor stood before the full-length mirror, her petite frame illuminated by the soft glow of the table lamp. She admired her reflection, her curves accentuated by the delicate lace lingerie that barely covered her ample assets. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement, her rosy lips parted in anticipation.
A soft knock on the door sent her heart racing. She glanced at the clock – it was nearly midnight. Her guest had arrived.
“Come in,” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
The door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered figure. The man stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes roamed over Eleanor’s partially nude form, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
“You look incredible,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky.
Eleanor blushed, feeling a familiar warmth spreading through her body. She took a step towards him, her hips swaying gently as she closed the distance between them.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice barely audible.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before tangling in her long, wavy auburn hair. He pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His tongue darted out, exploring her mouth as she responded with equal fervor.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, their touches setting off a firestorm of desire. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her erect nipples through the lace. She moaned, her back arching as she pressed herself against him.
His other hand slid down her flat stomach, tracing the lace edge of her panties. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finding her wet and ready for him. She gasped as he began to stroke her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice filled with need.
He broke away from their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and sucked on her sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, her breathing ragged as he continued to tease her.
Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer. He hooked his thumbs under the edge of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside as she reached for his belt.
With trembling hands, she undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slowly as he groaned with pleasure.
He lifted her onto the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide as he stepped between them. She reached down, guiding him inside her. He thrust deep, filling her completely as she cried out with pleasure.
Their rhythm was frenzied, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit once more as he stroked her in time with his thrusts.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
He increased his pace, driving deeper and harder as she clung to him. Her muscles tightened around him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure.
He followed her over the edge, his own release triggering her second orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.
He smiled, kissing her gently. “I agree.”
They lay there for a moment, their limbs entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
And then, with a sigh, he pulled away, his cock slipping out of her as he stood up.
“I should go,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
Eleanor nodded, watching as he dressed. She knew this was how it had to be – a fleeting moment of pleasure, nothing more.
But as she watched him leave, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. She knew she would never forget this night, this moment of whispered wickedness.
