Under the soft glow of candlelight, she lay there, naked and vulnerable, her tits hanging over the edge of the bed like two ripe fruits begging to be plucked. His eyes were glued onto them as his cock twitched in anticipation. He couldn't take it anymore; he needed to feel those luscious lips wrapped around his throbbing meatstick.
He pushed her down, pinning her beneath him. Her cunt was drenched and begging for attention, but first, he had other plans. He moved lower, kissing a trail from the hollow of her throat down to the swell of her tits. His tongue flicked at her nipples, teasing them into tight little buds. She writhed beneath him, desperate for more.
He traced his fingertips across the delicate skin above her mound, feeling the heat radiating from her. Her hips bucked instinctively, seeking out his touch. He dipped a finger into her wetness, teasing the entrance before slipping it inside. She groaned, arching her back in response to his invasion.
His other hand slid down her side, his fingers brushing against the soft curls that covered her mound. He could feel the heat of her core, and it was enough to make him harden even more. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her.
But he resisted. Instead, he pulled his finger out and started circling her clit with his thumb. Her breath hitched as she tried to hold back the moans that threatened to escape from her lips. He knew she was close; all it would take was one more touch, one more flick of his tongue or a twist of his fingers.
Suddenly, he stopped everything. She looked at him with confusion and frustration written on her face. But then, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, positioning himself at the entrance of her cunt. With one swift thrust, he plunged himself into her depths, filling her completely.
Her eyes widened as she felt him stretching her out, their bodies becoming one. She clenched around his cock, trying to pull him even deeper inside her. But he pulled away, slowly and agonizingly pulling out until only the tip of his dick remained buried within her.
She whimpered in protest, but he silenced her by kissing her hard on the mouth. Their tongues danced together, each movement mirroring the rhythm of their bodies as they moved against one another. Her walls pulsed around him, tugging at him, urging him to continue this dance.
And so, he did. Over and over again, they moved together, their sweat mingling with their passion. Their breaths became shallow gasps as the pleasure built within them. He could feel it too - that familiar tightness in his balls signaling his own impending release.
He picked up speed, pounding into her with increasing intensity. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of their room as they sought solace in each other's arms. They were lost in this moment, every other thought forgotten.
Finally, he could hold back no longer. He thrust into her one last time before unleashing a torrent of hot cum deep inside her. She shuddered beneath him, her walls convulsing around him as she came too. Their bodies trembled together for several seconds before collapsing onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied.
As they lay there, hearts pounding in their ears and limbs heavy with pleasure, they couldn't help but smile at each other. This was what it meant to be alive - this connection, this passion, this unbridled desire for one another. And even though they knew they would never share these secrets with anyone else, they were content knowing that they had each other.