In the dimly lit room, a woman with curly hair tumbling down her shoulders, her top discarded, knelt before a man. Her eyes, dark and full of desire, looked up at him as she wrapped her fingers around his growing length. She leaned forward, her soft lips brushing against the tip of his cock, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
He groaned, his head falling back as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, tasting him, teasing him. He reached down, threading his fingers through her hair, holding her close as she took him deeper. She hummed her pleasure, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
Her free hand reached up, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her fingers. He hissed, his hips bucking forward as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, sending vibrations through him that had him on the edge.
She pulled back, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. She looked up at him, her eyes full of mischief. “Like that?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. He could only nod, unable to find words as she took him back into her mouth.
She worked him with her mouth, her hand, her tongue, driving him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the tension building, the pressure growing. He was so close, so fucking close.
And then she pulled back, her lips leaving him gasping for breath. She stood, her body swaying slightly as she looked down at him. “Bed,” she demanded, her voice firm. He didn’t need to be told twice, standing and sweeping her into his arms.
He laid her on the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her. She opened for him, her tongue meeting his as they tasted each other. He could feel her hands on him, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as she arched beneath him. She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He could feel her getting wetter, her hips grinding against his.
He moved down, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, over her hip, to the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he spread her legs. She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.
He leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was wet, so fucking wet. He groaned, his hips jerking as he tasted her. She was sweet, like honey and sin. He licked and sucked, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles around it as she moaned.
He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He sucked harder, his fingers moving faster as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He didn’t let up, keeping her on the edge as she came down, only stopping when she begged him to.
He moved up, his cock nudging at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her orgasm. He didn’t need to be asked twice, pushing into her, filling her.
He started to move, his hips thrusting as he filled her again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her fingers digging into his back as she chased another orgasm. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure growing.
And then he was there, his orgasm crashing over him as he filled her. She moaned, her orgasm following his as they came down together. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps as he kissed her.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating in time. She looked up at him, her eyes soft. “Again?” she asked, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. He grinned, his answer clear in his eyes.
They spent the rest of the night exploring each other, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. And when the sun started to rise, they were still going, their bodies entwined as they chased the dawn.
