In the dimly lit corner of a smoky bar, I spotted her. A partially nude tattoo of a serpent coiled around her arm, disappearing beneath the strap of her black lace lingerie. Her eyes, as dark as the ink that adorned her body, locked onto mine.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked up at me, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips. “Buy a girl a drink?” she purred, her voice like velvet.
I nodded, signaling the bartender for two more. We exchanged small talk as we sipped our drinks, but I could feel the tension building between us. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew she felt the same.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. “Follow me,” she whispered, and I did, my heart racing with anticipation.
We made our way to her apartment, the air thick with desire. She turned to face me, her eyes filled with fire. She reached out, tracing the outline of my jaw with her finger. “I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled her close, my lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as our hands explored each other’s bodies.
She broke the kiss, her lips traveling down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin. I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair as she made her way lower. She reached the waistband of my pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.
She pulled my pants down, her eyes widening as she took in my hard length. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving mine as she took me into her mouth. I groaned, my head falling back as she sucked and teased me.
She stood up, her eyes dark with desire. “Bedroom,” she said, and I followed, my body on fire with need.
She pushed me back onto the bed, her eyes shining with mischief. She climbed on top of me, her body moving in a sinuous rhythm as she ground against me. I reached up, cupping her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing against her hard nipples.
She moaned, her head falling back as I pinched and twisted her nipples. She reached down, her fingers finding my hard length and guiding it inside her.
She rode me hard, her body moving in a frenzy as she chased her release. I reached up, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing and teasing her as she moaned and writhed above me.
She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. I followed her, my own release spilling deep inside her.
She collapsed on top of me, her body slick with sweat. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn’t agree more. The night was still young, and I knew there were many more pleasures to explore with this tattooed siren.
