In the dimly lit recesses of a high-end spa, a woman named Isabella found herself alone in the sauna. The heat enveloped her naked body, and she let out a content sigh as she leaned back against the wooden slats. The silence was broken only by the occasional drip of sweat hitting the hot stones.
The door creaked open, and a tall, muscular man named Domenico entered. He was a frequent visitor to the spa and had often caught Isabella’s eye. She watched as he poured water over the hot stones, sending a cloud of steam into the air. He settled onto the bench across from her, his eyes meeting hers.
Isabella felt a thrill run through her as she held his gaze. She had always been attracted to Domenico, but had never had the courage to approach him. She licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest.
Domenico seemed to sense her nervousness and offered her a small smile. He stood and moved closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. Isabella felt a shiver of excitement as he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
“Isabella,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve wanted to be alone with you for so long.”
Isabella’s breath hitched in her throat as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Domenico’s hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. Isabella let out a moan as he reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. She arched her back, pressing her body closer to his.
Domenico’s hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, causing Isabella to gasp and writhe in pleasure. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp.
Domenico leaned back, his eyes dark with desire. “I need to taste you,” he growled, pushing her back onto the bench. He knelt between her legs, his tongue finding her clit and swirling it in circles. Isabella cried out, her hips bucking off the bench.
Domenico slid a finger inside her, his thumb still working her clit. Isabella’s moans grew louder as he added a second finger, stretching her open. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his fingers.
With a final flick of his tongue, Domenico sent her over the edge. Isabella cried out as she came, her body shaking with the force of her release.
Domenico stood and positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with her juices. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Domenico’s thrusts grew harder and faster, sending Isabella spiraling towards another orgasm. She dug her nails into his back, crying out as she came again.
Domenico followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed. They collapsed together, their bodies spent and satisfied.
“I’ve wanted that for so long,” Isabella whispered, her head resting on Domenico’s chest.
“Me too,” he replied, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “Me too.”
