In the dimly lit apartment, the air was thick with desire. A woman, her hair a wild mess of curls, sat on the edge of the bed. She was topless, her ample breasts heaving with excitement. Across the room, a man watched her, his eyes dark with longing.
She had been teasing him all night, her curves on full display in a tight skirt and low-cut top. Every glance, every touch had been calculated to drive him wild. And it had worked. He was hard and aching, ready for her.
He crossed the room, his movements predatory. She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as he approached. He stopped in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. Without a word, he reached out and brushed a stray curl from her face. She shivered at his touch.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. She opened to him, their tongues dancing together. He tasted of whiskey and desire, and she moaned into his mouth. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She arched into him, her own hands pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him access to the sensitive skin. He nipped and licked, his hands never stopping their exploration. She was panting now, her body on fire.
He knelt in front of her, his hands on her thighs. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy with desire. He smiled up at her, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue tracing her folds. She cried out, her hands going to his head. He licked and sucked, bringing her to the brink.
And then he was inside her, his cock filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He started to move, his hips thrusting. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies slick with sweat.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers. She tasted herself on him, and it only made her hotter. He moved faster, his thrusts harder. She broke the kiss, her head falling back. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
And then she was coming, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed her, his own release triggered by her cries. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies spent.
They lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal. He rolled off her, pulling her close. She snuggled into him, her head on his chest. They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. The passion between them said it all.
