The first time they made love, he felt a shiver of excitement that ran from his toes to the tips of his fingers. She was lying on her back in the dimly lit bedroom, her skin glowing like moonlight against the dark wood paneling. Her breath was ragged and fast as she arched her back slightly, inviting him closer with her body language alone. He could see the small beads of sweat dotting her forehead, and the flush on her cheeks that told him she was already aroused.
He took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and arms, tensed from years of hard physical labor. She admired him with open desire in her eyes before reaching out to touch his chest, her fingers trailing lightly over the defined muscles. He felt her fingertips graze against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with coldness.
He removed her shirt next, reveling in the feel of her soft flesh against his own, and ran his hands up her sides, tracing the curve of her breasts before cupping them gently in his palms. She moaned softly at his touch, a sound that made him grow even harder than he already was.
He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together as if they were two long-lost souls finally coming back together again after years apart. Their bodies moved against each other with an urgency neither could quite control, their desire for one another growing with every passing second.
Her fingers slid down his chest, grazing over the hard nub of his nipple before delving further south, her hand disappearing into his pants as if drawn by some invisible force. He groaned at the feel of her warm, wet hand enveloping him, stroking him slowly but firmly from root to tip.
She pulled away from their kiss long enough to say, "I've never done this before." Her voice was husky and thick with anticipation. "Please be gentle."
He promised that he would be, even as his own desires threatened to overtake him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, the beat growing louder and faster the closer they came to their climax.
She undid his pants, releasing his now-swollen member from its prison of denim. She looked at it with a mixture of fear and fascination, her eyes never leaving the sight of him as she slowly lowered herself down onto him. He felt her warm, wet pussy enveloping him, stretching around him until he was fully embedded inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming; he could feel every inch of her tight walls gripping him tightly, squeezing him gently but firmly as if trying to draw him deeper into her core. She moaned softly again, her voice barely above a whisper now as she started to move against him, her hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that seemed almost primal.
He matched her movements with his own, sliding in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace until they were both lost in the throes of ecstasy. Her body trembled beneath his, each shudder bringing him closer to release than he had ever been before.
As they continued to move together, their breathing grew heavier, their moans louder. Sweat glistened on her forehead and chest, a testament to the passion coursing through both of them.
Finally, she cried out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her body convulsing around him as she reached her climax. This sent him over the edge too; he felt his own release building up inside him until it could no longer be contained. With one final thrust, he erupted deep within her, filling her with his seed in a way that was both intimate and thrilling.
They lay there for a moment after, their bodies still intertwined as if they were two halves of the same whole, finally coming to rest after their incredible journey together. As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, he knew that this was only the beginning - a promise of many more nights filled with passion and desire.