In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and a body that could make even the staunchest of saints stumble, stood before the full-length mirror. She was completely nude, her perfect body on full display. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples hardened into tight buds that begged to be touched. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips, the firmness of her ass. She was a vision of perfection, and she knew it.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. It was him, she knew it. She had been waiting for this moment all night, had been fantasizing about it all week. She took a deep breath, and called out, “Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and he stepped inside. He was a tall, handsome man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked at her, and she could see the desire in his gaze. He took in the sight of her naked body, and his breath hitched in his throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
She smiled, and moved towards him. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him close for a kiss. His lips were soft, and he tasted of whiskey and desire. She deepened the kiss, and he responded in kind.
She reached down and began to undress him, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She slid his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest and abs. She ran her hands over his body, feeling the heat of his skin, the firmness of his muscles. She reached down and undid his pants, sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, and she took in the sight of him, fully naked and aroused.
She took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him down onto the soft mattress. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. She looked down at him, and he reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, and leaned down to kiss him again.
He reached down between them, and she gasped as his fingers found her wet and ready. He began to stroke her, and she moved her hips, grinding against his hand. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him in time with his fingers.
He rolled her over onto her back, and she spread her legs wide, inviting him in. He positioned himself at her entrance, and she looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He thrust into her, and she cried out, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slick with sweat.
He reached down and began to stroke her clit, and she moaned, her hips bucking wildly. She felt the orgasm building inside her, and she screamed his name as it crashed over her. He continued to stroke her, drawing out her pleasure, until she begged him to stop.
He pulled out of her, and she looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He reached down and stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. He leaned down and kissed her, softly at first, then deeper and harder. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly.
He moaned, and she smiled. She knew he was close, and she wanted to feel him cum. She stroked him faster, and he began to thrust into her hand. She felt his cock swell, and he cried out as he came, his cum spilling over her hand. She milked him dry, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, for several minutes. She turned and looked at him, and he smiled at her. She leaned down and kissed him, softly.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
He nodded, and pulled her close.
“Yes, it was,” he said, his voice husky with satisfaction.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the night wore on. The sweat cooled on their skin, and their breathing slowed. They fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their dreams filled with the memory of their passion.
