Title: "The Art of Lingering Touch"
In the dimly lit bedroom, she lay sprawled across the soft expanse of the bed, her long tresses draped over one side, the other cascading down onto the crisp, white sheets. Her eyes were heavy lidded with desire, a smoldering invitation that was impossible to resist.
He slipped out of his trousers, revealing his throbbing erection, which stood proudly at attention. As he approached her, she reached out and gently caressed the head of his cock, teasing it as if to say "you've got a long night ahead." He groaned softly, a mixture of anticipation and hunger in his voice.
She rolled onto her side, facing him, and they locked eyes. There was no need for words; their desires were perfectly clear. They began to touch each other, exploring the contours of one another's bodies with tender hands, their fingers lingering on sensitive spots - the soft underside of his balls, the plump curves of her breasts, the slick folds of her pussy.
He kissed her passionately, his tongue diving deep into her mouth as he explored every inch. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands moving down to cup his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to take more. He responded by sliding a hand between them, his fingers delving into the damp warmth of her sex.
As he rubbed circles around her clit, she began to writhe beneath him, her hips bucking against his hand in time with the rhythm of his touch. She was dripping wet, her pussy juices glistening on his fingers as they moved in and out of her. He could feel the tension building inside her, a tightness that threatened to explode at any moment.
He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently while continuing to finger her. She arched her back, her hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly they left imprints on her palms. He could tell she was close; her breathing had become ragged, and beads of sweat had begun to form on her forehead.
He decided it was time for a change in pace. With one hand still between her legs, he reached over with the other and took hold of his erection. She watched him stroke himself slowly and deliberately, her eyes never leaving his hand. The sight was too much for her; she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, pumping in time with his movements.
She knew what was coming next - he always did this at exactly the right moment. With a low growl, he pulled his hand away from her pussy, leaving her gasping for breath. As if on cue, she arched her back even further, pushing her hips up towards him. He positioned himself between her legs, guiding his cock towards her entrance.
He paused for just a moment before sliding in, feeling the heat of her sex enveloping him as he entered her. She let out a soft cry, her hands clawing at the bedsheets as he began to thrust slowly and deliberately. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of them, making them even more desperate for release.
He picked up speed, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their passion - the slap of flesh against flesh, her moans of delight, his grunts of exertion. He could feel it building within him; he knew that if he didn't stop soon, he would lose control and finish too quickly.
He slowed down again, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. She whimpered with need, her legs shaking as she tried to maintain their rhythm. They both knew what was coming next - the moment when everything changed.
Her eyes widened, her breaths becoming faster and more labored. He could feel it too; her pussy tightened around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. Her muscles clenched and unclenched in perfect harmony with each thrust, driving them both closer to the edge.
He knew she was close, so he decided to push her over. With one hand still holding onto her hip, he used the other to pinch her clit between his fingers. She screamed out loud at the sudden stimulation, her body jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He felt it then - the familiar sensation of his own orgasm building within him. He knew if he didn't stop soon, he would explode inside her. So, with one final thrust, he pulled out of her just in time, leaving her gasping for breath as he sprayed hot jets of cum across her chest and stomach.
They lay there for a moment, both panting heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat and desire. They looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was just the beginning of an incredible night together. And as they drifted off to sleep, still tangled in each other's arms, they couldn't help but smile at the thought of all the erotic adventures that awaited them both in their shared bedtime story.