In the dimly lit room, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moonlight. She was the very picture of perfection, with a body that had been honed and sculpted to near-flawless proporteness. Her long, brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her full, round breasts were firm and proud. She was completely nude, her body on full display.
He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he had laid eyes on her, and now, here she was, in his bedroom, and utterly at his mercy.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. She smiled, a sly, seductive smile that made his heart race. She moved towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I’m all yours.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. She responded with equal passion, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth.
He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as he kissed and nibbled her neck.
“Yes,” she breathed, her hands reaching down to stroke his hard cock through his pants. “I want you inside me.”
He wasted no time, quickly undressing and guiding her to the bed. He spread her legs wide, his eyes taking in the sight of her perfect pussy. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and desire.
He licked and sucked at her clit, her moans growing louder and more urgent. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his hand. She was ready for him, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He looked up at her, seeking permission. She nodded, her eyes heavy with desire.
He pushed inside her, feeling her tight walls close around him. She gasped, her nails digging into his back.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me, harder.”
He did as she asked, thrusting into her with long, deep strokes. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
He could feel her climax building, her moans growing louder and more frantic. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her gently, feeling her climax wash over her.
She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. He continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release.
He came with a shout, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. She moaned, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
They lay together, spent and satisfied.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
And they knew that this was just the beginning.
