It was late, and the only light in the room came from the full moon outside, casting a soft glow on everything it touched. Sarah, with her long, wavy side-parted hair, lay on the bed, her body wrapped in a silk nightgown that left little to the imagination. She had been thinking about him all day, the way his eyes looked at her, the sound of his voice, and the electric current that ran through her body whenever they touched.
The door creaked open, and he walked in, his eyes immediately finding hers. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and boxers, his hair disheveled from the wind outside. He closed the door behind him and made his way towards the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.
He sat down next to her, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and leaned in, pressing her lips against his.
The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly became hungry, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. He ran his hands down her body, gently caressing her curves, before pulling her closer, their bodies now pressed together.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, making her moan softly. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his hardness through his boxers. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making it harden under his touch.
He slipped his hand under her nightgown, his fingers finding her wetness. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around him. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out, making her moan louder.
She reached down, wrapping her hand around his hardness, feeling him twitch in her hand. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside her.
He broke the kiss, his lips finding her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through her body. He slipped his fingers out of her, replacing them with his cock, pushing inside her with one swift thrust.
He set a slow, steady pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He leaned down, kissing her again, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in rhythm.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles around it. She moaned into his mouth, her muscles clenching around his cock as pleasure built inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He broke the kiss, his lips finding her ear. “Come for me,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. And with those words, she let go, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as pleasure consumed her.
He followed her over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his release. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. She ran her fingers through his hair, her heart still racing in her chest.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating in sync with each other. And as the moon continued to shine through the window, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in each other’s arms.
