In the dimly lit room, a single candle flickered, casting a warm glow over the naked body of Seraphina, a woman of otherworldly beauty with long, flowing hair that spilled over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. She reclined on a plush velvet chaise, her body a luscious feast of curves and softness, her skin glowing in the candlelight.
At the door, a figure stood, watching her, his breath hitching in his chest. It was Raphael, a man of rugged charm and piercing blue eyes. He drank in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her full breasts, the curve of her hips, and the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.
He crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. As he reached her, he reached out, his fingers tracing a line from her collarbone, down between her breasts, and lower still, until he was cupping her mound, feeling the heat radiating from her.
Seraphina gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, her body arching into his touch. He leaned down, his lips finding hers, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. His other hand found her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and licking, causing her to moan and squirm beneath him. He continued down, his mouth finding her nipple, his tongue swirling around it, causing her to gasp and arch her back.
Moving lower still, his lips found the soft skin of her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, causing her to giggle and squirm. He smiled, his lips moving lower, until he was between her thighs, his breath hot against her sex.
He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, as his tongue darted out, tasting her, feeling her wetness. She moaned, her head falling back, her hands finding his hair, pulling him closer.
He licked and sucked, his fingers finding her entrance, sliding in and out, causing her to moan and writhe beneath him. She was close, so close, and then she was there, her back arching, her body trembling, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As she came down from her high, he moved up her body, his lips finding hers once more, his tongue tasting her sweetness. She could feel him, hard and ready, against her thigh.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around him, feeling him, hot and hard in her hand. She stroked him, causing him to gasp and moan, his hips bucking into her hand.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers, as he pushed inside her, filling her, stretching her. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her.
He moved faster, harder, his breath hot against her ear, as he whispered words of love and desire. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tightening, her breath hitching in her chest.
And then she was there, her body trembling, her back arching, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed, his body tense, his breath hitching, as he emptied himself inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling, as the candle flickered and died, leaving them in darkness, their bodies glowing with the aftermath of their lovemaking.
