In the quiet of the night, a figure slipped through the shadows. Her pixie cut hair gleamed under the faint moonlight, her eyes shining with determination. She moved with purpose towards the room of the man she had been watching for weeks.
As she entered the room, she saw him lying there, asleep and unaware of her presence. She approached him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had wanted this man for so long, and now she was finally going to have him.
She began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. She wanted to savor every moment of this encounter. She crawled into the bed beside him, her body pressed against his.
He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at her, surprised, but not displeased. She smiled at him, her fingers tracing a path down his chest.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep.
“Shh,” she whispered, placing a finger on his lips. “I’m here for you.”
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body. She could feel his arousal growing, and she reveled in it.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck. She nibbled at his earlobe, her tongue tasting his skin. He moaned, his hips thrusting upwards.
She continued her descent, her lips finding his nipples. She sucked and bit at them, her hands stroking his chest. He writhed beneath her, his breath coming in short gasps.
She moved further down, her lips finding his cock. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. He groaned, his hands clutching at the sheets.
She sucked and licked at him, her fingers playing with his balls. He was close now, she could feel it. She increased her pace, her lips and tongue working in tandem.
With a cry, he came. She swallowed him down, savoring the taste of him. He lay back, spent and satisfied.
But she wasn’t done yet. She climbed on top of him, her pussy wet and ready for him. She guided him inside her, her muscles clenching around him.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in his face. He reached up, his hands squeezing her nipples.
She moaned, her head thrown back. She was close, so close. He sat up, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together.
With a final thrust, she came. She screamed his name, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her.
They lay together, their bodies entwined. She smiled, her head resting on his chest.
“Who are you?” he asked again, his voice soft.
“Just a whisper in the night,” she replied, her voice fading away as she drifted off to sleep.
