The bar was dimly lit, pulsing with the rhythm of a jazz saxophonist’s soulful melody. In the corner, a woman with a side ponytail haircut sat, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. She sipped her martini, eyes surveying the room with a confident smolder.
Across the bar, a man watched her, his gaze unabashed. He saw the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw, and the fire in her eyes. He stood and approached, placing his drink on the bar.
“May I join you?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
She looked him over, her eyes stopping at his lips. “I suppose,” she said, turning back to her drink.
He sat, their thighs brushing underneath the bar. He ordered another drink, his eyes never leaving her. “I’m Jack,” he said, extending his hand.
“Samantha,” she replied, taking his hand. Her fingers lingered in his, a promise of more to come.
As they talked, he leaned in closer, their conversation becoming a whisper in her ear. He spoke of his travels, his passions, and his desires. She listened, her breath hitching as his lips brushed her ear.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice barely above a murmur.
She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. They left the bar, their bodies moving closer together as they walked.
In his apartment, the clothes came off, their bodies coming together in a frenzy of need. He kissed her, his lips rough against hers. She moaned, her hands running through his hair.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. She arched her back, her nipples hardening under his touch. He took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path to her core. She was wet, her scent filling the room. He licked her, his tongue delving into her folds. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. He sucked and licked, bringing her to the edge.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance, her wetness coating his tip. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
“Now,” she said, her voice a whisper.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his back. He moved, their bodies coming together in a rhythm as old as time.
Their moans filled the room, their bodies slick with sweat. He took her, their bodies moving together in a dance of pleasure. She came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He followed, his release filling her.
They lay together, their bodies entwined. The sweat cooled on their skin, their breaths evening out.
“Stay with me,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled, her eyes closing. “Yes.”
