In the dimly lit room, a woman stood before the full-length mirror. Her name was Isabella, a brunette with a perfect body and generous, round breasts that threatened to spill out of the lacy lingerie she wore. She ran a hand over her stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips, before cupping her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze.
She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. The anticipation had been building inside her, a slow burn that threatened to consume her. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of hands on her skin, the feel of a warm body pressed against hers.
A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and she opened her eyes, her heart racing. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, before calling out, “Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and a man stepped inside. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He was wearing a suit, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders and muscular chest.
Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in the sight of him. She had seen him before, in passing, but they had never spoken. She had often found herself watching him, admiring his strength and confidence from afar.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I was hoping we could have a… discussion.”
Isabella raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across her face. “A discussion?” she repeated, taking a step towards him. “I think we can do better than that.”
She reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his suit. He sucked in a breath, his eyes darkening with desire. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Without a word, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her fingers deft and sure. She slipped the fabric off his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his chest. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips.
He reached for her, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel herself growing wet, her body begging for more.
He bent his head, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. She could feel herself growing lost in the moment, in the feel of his body against hers.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her earlobe. She shivered, her hands tightening on his shoulders. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
His lips found her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks. She moaned, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel her body trembling, her legs growing weak.
He lifted her, his hands cupping her ass as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body begging for release.
He trailed his lips down her stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down, his lips finding her clit. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he began to tease her with his tongue.
She could feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with need. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking off the bed as pleasure consumed her.
She came hard, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was begging him to stop.
He climbed up her body, his cock hard and ready. She reached down, guiding him inside “`bash
