In the dimly lit room, a woman with a ponytail haircut and a perfect body stood before him. She was topless, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, and he felt a shiver run down his spine.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting.
He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to tangle with his. He could feel her body pressed against his, her nipples hardening against his chest.
His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and kneading her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She arched her back, crying out in pleasure.
He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between them. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently.
“Please,” she begged, “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He knelt down in front of her, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. She was already wet, her juices coating his fingers.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet and musky, and he couldn’t get enough. He licked and sucked at her clit, feeling her body tremble with pleasure.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight muscles clench around him. He added a second finger, stretching her open. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
He knew she was ready. He stood up, positioning himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and need reflected back at him.
He pushed inside her, feeling her tight walls close around him. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He started to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance.
He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding from him. He collapsed onto her, his heart pounding in his chest.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath. She ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes shining with happiness.
“I think I’m in love with you,” she whispered.
He smiled, his heart swelling with emotion.
“I think I’m in love with you too.”
