As I entered her room, the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. She was lying on her bed, her curves hidden beneath a silky robe. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, beckoning me closer. With a single word, she invited me in, and I took a step forward, feeling the heat of our bodies collide.
I reached out and pulled the robe away from her body. She was naked underneath, her breasts full and round, her nipples erect. I let my fingers trail over her skin, tracing the curve of her hip, feeling the softness of her flesh under my touch. Her breath caught in her throat as I moved closer, our lips barely brushing against each other.
I could feel her desire building, the heat radiating from her core. I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently, feeling it harden in response. She moaned softly, arching her back to press herself closer to me. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch, until they reached the damp curls between her legs. I slid a finger inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness that greeted me.
She let out a low, guttural moan as I moved my finger in and out, feeling her muscles clench around it. Her hips bucked against me, urging me to go deeper. And so I did, adding another finger, stretching her open. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the noise she wanted to make.
With one hand still between her legs, I reached up and took the other nipple into my mouth. Suckling hard, I felt her body tremble beneath me. She was close, so close, and I knew that all she needed was a little more pressure.
I pulled out my fingers, replacing them with my tongue, running it up and down the length of her slit, tasting her sweetness, feeling her trembling against me. Her body arched, her muscles clenching around my mouth, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As she came down from her peak, I moved away from her, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes, wanting more. And so, without words, I positioned myself between her legs.
I slid my cock into her, feeling her muscles tighten around it as I entered her fully. We both moaned, our bodies connected, moving together in a perfect rhythm. Her hands gripped my hips, guiding me deeper with each thrust. She was so tight, so wet, and every movement sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.
As we continued to fuck, her cries growing louder, I reached around and caressed her clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching once more, as she came again, her orgasm radiating throughout our bodies.
We collapsed onto the bed, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. As I pulled out of her, I saw the satisfaction in her eyes, the knowledge that we had just shared something truly special. And as I looked down at my aching cock, still wet from her juices, I knew that this was only the beginning.
For it is not the end that matters, but the journey. The journey of pleasure and desire, of connection and passion. And in that moment, lying beside her, sweat-drenched and exhausted, I knew that our journey had just begun.