In the quiet of the night, the house lay still. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft snores of the sleeping occupants. But in the dimly lit guest room, something wicked was brewing.
Layla, a young woman with dark skin and curves that could make a man weep, lay on the bed, her body bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the window. She wore a silk nightgown that clung to her body, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric.
Across the room, Jamal, a tall and muscular man with dark skin and a chiseled jaw, watched her. His eyes traced the outline of her body, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He had wanted her since the moment they met, but she had always kept him at arm’s length.
Tonight would be different.
He approached her, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. She opened her eyes, and for a moment, he saw fear in them. But then she smiled, and he knew he had her.
He leaned down and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his. He groaned, his hands reaching down to cup her breasts. She arched into his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He smiled against her skin, his lips curving up in a smirk.
He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. He moved to the other, giving it the same attention.
He moved lower still, his lips finding the waistband of her nightgown. He pulled it down, revealing her smooth, dark skin. He groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing in his pants.
He moved between her legs, his lips finding her pussy. He licked her, his tongue swirling around her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking off the bed. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it.
She cried out, her orgasm rushing through her. He smiled, his lips moving up to her ear. “Did you like that?” he whispered.
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered.
He reached down, his fingers finding her pussy. He slipped one inside her, his finger moving in and out. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his finger.
He added another finger, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers moving in and out of her. She cried out, her orgasm building again.
He moved up her body, his cock pressing against her pussy. She moaned, her hips moving up to meet his. He pushed inside her, his cock filling her.
He moved inside her, his hips moving in time with hers. She moaned, her nails digging into his back. He groaned, his cock throbbing inside her.
He moved faster, his hips slapping against hers. She cried out, her orgasm rushing through her. He groaned, his cock throbbing inside her.
He came, his cum filling her. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing.
And in that moment, they knew they belonged to each other.
