In the stillness of the night, a figure moved with grace and purpose. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting elongated shadows on the floor. A woman, her body perfection itself, stood before the full-length mirror. She was a brunette, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, held a glint of mischief. She was naked, her body on display for her own appreciation. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples hardening at her own touch. Her stomach was flat, leading down to her hips and the V of her thighs. She was a vision of beauty, and she knew it.
She turned and walked towards the bed, her movements languid and deliberate. On the bed lay a man, his body lean and muscular. He was asleep, unaware of the woman’s approach. She stood over him, her body casting a shadow on his face. She reached out and touched his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. He stirred, his eyes opening to meet hers.
“Hello,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
He blinked, taking in her naked form. “Hello,” he replied, his voice thick with sleep.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Her body hovered over his, her breasts brushing against his chest. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue delving into his mouth. He responded, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She moaned, her body arching into his touch.
He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. His mouth traveled down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. She cried out, her body writhing beneath him. He suckled and nibbled, his hands kneading and caressing. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blank with pleasure.
He moved further down, his mouth finding her core. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her wetness. She moaned, her hips rising to meet his mouth. He finger her, his fingers sliding in and out of her. She was close, so close to the edge. He quickened his pace, his mouth and fingers working in tandem. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.
He moved back up her body, his cock pressing against her entrance. She was ready, her body slick with desire. He entered her, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in sync with his.
He rolled them over, placing her on top. She smiled, her body taking control. She rode him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He watched her, his eyes dark with desire. She increased her pace, her body moving faster and faster. She moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure.
He sat up, his arms wrapping around her. He kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. She moaned, her body moving in tandem with his. He moved faster, his thrusts harder. She cried out, her body shaking as she came. He followed, his body shuddering with release.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting elongated shadows on the floor. She looked at him, her eyes dark and mysterious. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips soft and tender.
“Goodnight,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
He blinked, taking in her naked form. “Goodnight,” he replied, his voice thick with sleep.
And with that, she slipped out of the bed and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of desire and longing.
