In the stillness of the bedroom, the middle eastern woman lay on the bed, her raven hair splayed across the pillow. She was draped in a silken robe, her perfect breasts threatening to spill out from the top. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted in anticipation.
He entered the room, a tall figure with a chiseled jaw and piercing gaze. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. He approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She shivered at his touch.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. His hands wandered, tracing the curves of her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, earning a gasp from her. He licked and sucked on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.
He reached down, his hands sliding under her robe. He pushed it aside, revealing her naked body. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her. She blushed under his gaze, her breath hitching in her throat.
He leaned down, his lips wrapping around her nipple. He sucked and nibbled on it, earning a moan from her. His hand wandered down, his fingers finding her wet folds. She was ready for him, her body begging for his touch.
He slipped a finger inside her, her walls clutching onto him. He added another finger, stretching her out. She bucked her hips, her moans growing louder. He curled his fingers, hitting her sweet spot. She cried out, her body trembling.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched him, her breath coming in short pants. She was ready for him, her body begging for more.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her. He looked at her, seeking her permission. She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. He pushed inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate him. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, earning a cry from her.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She was close, her body trembling with pleasure. He rubbed her clit faster, pushing her over the edge.
She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. He continued to thrust, chasing his own release. He groaned, his body stiffening. He came inside her, his warmth filling her.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with pleasure. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync.
The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies. They would take their time, their bodies moving in a slow, sensual dance. They would lose themselves in each other, their moans and gasps filling the room.
But for now, they would rest. Their bodies were sated, their minds clear. They would bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their hearts filled with contentment.
The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world.
