Under the moonlit glow, two figures entwined in an intimate dance of passion. The woman's hand snaked around his cock as she squeezed it firmly, eliciting a low groan from him. She had been waiting for this moment all day, anticipation building with each passing hour. Her pussy was already wet, the juice dripping down her inner thighs.
He moved closer to her, their bodies pressing together, his hard member throbbing against her mound. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring one another's mouths hungrily. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies - fingers tracing sensitive skin, nails scraping softly against flesh.
She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you inside me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking slightly with desire.
He nodded, understanding clear in his gaze. With a gentle push, he guided himself into her tight entrance, feeling the resistance as it stretched to accommodate him. Slowly, he began to thrust, each stroke sending shivers of pleasure through both of them.
As their pace increased, so did the intensity of their moans. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer with every thrust. The slapping sounds echoed around them as their bodies slapped together in rhythmic cadence.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she arched her back, inviting him to play with them. He pinched one gently before moving on to the other, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
Their breathing grew heavier, more labored as their climax neared. She felt it building inside her, a tightening sensation that threatened to consume her entirely. She clenched around him, urging him closer to the edge.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained with effort.
She nodded, smiling up at him as she met his gaze. "Then cum inside me," she urged. "Fill me up."
A few more thrusts, and he collapsed on top of her, burying himself deep within her. She felt the warm liquid spill into her, a testament to their shared desire. Their bodies quivered as they came down from their high, hearts pounding in sync with the steady beat of their breathing.
As they lay there, entwined once more, the woman whispered against his skin, "That was amazing."
He smiled, stroking her hair tenderly. "It's only just beginning," he promised. And so, under the watchful eye of the moon, the two lovers embarked on a journey of discovery and desire that would last long into the night.