In the stillness of the night, the bedroom was illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, casting long shadows across the room. Aisha, a middle eastern woman with long, dark hair and a body that could tempt even the most pious of men, lay on the bed, her perfect boobs heaving with every breath she took. She had been thinking about him all day, the way his hands felt on her body, the way his lips tasted. She couldn’t wait any longer.
She got up from the bed and walked over to the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened it slowly, careful not to make a sound. He was there, standing in the hallway, his eyes filled with desire. He didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need him to. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too.
She took his hand and led him to the bed, their eyes locked the whole time. She pushed him down onto the mattress and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together.
She could feel his hardness against her, and she knew what was coming next. She broke the kiss and sat up, her eyes never leaving his. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke, her eyes filled with lust. He moaned and closed his eyes, his head thrown back.
She leaned down and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned and reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair. She took him deeper, her lips stretched around his girth. She could feel him getting closer, his hips bucking up to meet her.
She pulled back and climbed back on top of him, positioning herself above his cock. She looked into his eyes and then slowly lowered herself down, taking him inside her. They both moaned as she started to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She leaned down and kissed him again, their tongues dancing together.
She could feel herself getting closer, her muscles tensing. She broke the kiss and sat up, her hands on his chest. She started to ride him harder, her hips moving faster. He reached down and started to rub her clit, his fingers circling the sensitive nub. She threw her head back and moaned, her orgasm crashing over her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer and he came inside her, his hot seed filling her. She collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged. They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing.
She rolled off him and lay down beside him, her head on his chest. They didn’t say anything, they didn’t need to. They both knew that this was just the beginning.
As the night went on, they explored each other’s bodies, their hands and mouths leaving no inch untouched. They tried different positions, each one more intense than the last. They lost track of time, their only concern the pleasure they were giving and receiving.
As the first light of dawn started to filter through the curtains, they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies spent. They knew that they would have to face the day soon, but for now, they were content to stay in each other’s embrace, their bodies entwined.
They fell asleep, their bodies still pressed together, their dreams filled with the passion they had shared. They knew that this was just the beginning, and they couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
