In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella sat on a plush velvet couch. Her emerald green eyes shone brightly in the scarce light, a smoldering fire crackling in the background. She was topless, her ample cleavage on display, the curves of her breasts spilling out from the top of her black lace lingerie. Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her red lips parted slightly as she took a sip of her merlot.
A man named Ethan entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to Isabella’s bare chest. He couldn’t help but stare at her voluptuous figure, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.
Isabella noticed Ethan’s gaze and gave him a sultry smile. She stood up and walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She traced her fingers down his chest and looked up at him through her thick lashes.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Ethan’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer. He leaned down and captured her lips with his, his tongue exploring her mouth as they kissed passionately. Isabella moaned softly, her hands running through his hair as she pressed herself against him.
Ethan’s fingers found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with ease. He pulled the garment off of her, his hands cupping her bare breasts. Isabella arched her back, her nipples hardening under his touch.
Ethan began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down her skin. Isabella’s head fell back, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she reveled in the sensation.
Ethan’s hands moved down her body, tracing the curves of her hips before settling on the waistband of her lace panties. He slowly pulled them down, exposing her wet pussy.
Isabella stepped out of her underwear, her legs trembling with anticipation. Ethan’s fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Isabella moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
Ethan’s cock was rock hard, straining against his pants. Isabella reached down and unbuttoned them, freeing his erection. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.
Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. He picked Isabella up and carried her to the couch, laying her down on her back. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.
Isabella looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Isabella cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her harder and harder.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their moans and sighs filling the room. Ethan’s cock hit all the right spots, making Isabella see stars.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her orgasm building inside of her.
Ethan could feel her walls tightening around him, her pussy milking his cock. He groaned, his own release close.
With one final thrust, Ethan came inside of her, filling her with his warmth. Isabella’s orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with pleasure.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies spent, their hearts racing. Ethan pulled out of her and collapsed beside her on the couch, his head resting on her chest.
Isabella ran her fingers through his hair, a content smile on her face. “I’m glad you came,” she whispered.
Ethan looked up at her, his eyes filled with love. “I’m glad I did too,” he replied, his hand resting on her bare breast.
And they lay there, their bodies entwined, the fire crackling in the background as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
