It was late, the moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman sat alone, her pixie-cut hair catching the light as she ran her fingers through it. She was partially undressed, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal the curves of her breasts, her pants unzipped to show the smooth skin of her thighs.
She was waiting, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew he would come, she had felt it all day. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was all leading to this moment.
And then, she heard the soft click of the door opening, and he was there. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes. He was wearing only his boxers, his toned chest on display.
He crossed the room in two strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing his lips to hers. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, his hands roaming over her body.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe. She shivered, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her head falling back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.
His hands moved down, sliding into her pants and cupping her ass. She moaned as he squeezed, his fingers tracing the line of her thong.
