In the stillness of the night, a brunette Middle Eastern woman lay on her bed, her raven hair splayed across the pillow. She wore a mesh shirt, the fabric revealing the curves of her body beneath. Her heart raced as she thought of the man who would soon join her.
He entered the room, his eyes taking in the sight of her. He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. When he reached the bed, he looked down at her, his gaze intense.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the outline of her face.
She smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. She responded, her tongue exploring his mouth. He tasted of desire and sin, and she couldn’t get enough.
His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts through the mesh of her shirt. She arched her back, pressing herself against him. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and she ached to feel him inside her.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to moan with pleasure. His hands continued their exploration, teasing her nipples through the fabric.
She reached down, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants. She managed to free his cock, her hand wrapping around his length. She stroked him, her fingers slick with his pre-cum.
He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, his fingers finding her pussy.
She was indeed wet, her juices coating his fingers. He slid a finger inside her, then two, preparing her for what was to come.
He positioned himself above her, his cock poised at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm.
Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping together. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge.
She came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He pulled out, his cum splattering her stomach.
They lay there, panting and sweaty. He leaned down, his lips finding hers once more.
“I’ll see you again soon,” he whispered.
She smiled, her heart still racing. “I’ll be waiting,” she replied.
He slipped out of the room, leaving her alone once more. She lay there, her fingers tracing the outline of her body. She could still feel him inside her, his touch lingering on her skin.
The night was still young, and she had much to look forward to. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of the man who had just left her. She knew that she would see him again, and she couldn’t wait.
