Underneath the dim glow of a single candle, his hands glided over my body like silk, every touch sending shivers down to my core. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of sweat and passion mingling in the confined space as our breaths became heavier and more labored. His fingers traced the contours of my neck, shoulders, and back, each caress a testament to his growing desire for me.
He nibbled at the sensitive skin of my collarbone before sliding lower, his teeth grazing against the swell of my breast. I gasped, my body arching towards him as if he were my salvation, my everything. My heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat, urging me onwards as we continued our dance of seduction.
As he delved deeper into this forbidden territory, I felt his fingertips trace the curve of my hip, the muscles there contracting with each gentle touch. He tugged at the fabric of my dress until it bunched around my waist, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in a way that only heightened the sense of danger we both craved.
His eyes locked with mine as he slowly traced his fingers over the silky skin of my thighs. The heat between us was palpable, an electric current pulsating through our very souls. I could feel every inch of him against me, his erection pressing into the soft skin of my stomach.
With a growl, he tore away the final barrier between us, my dress now forgotten in a heap on the floor. His eyes never left mine as he reached out to caress the soft folds of my sex, the tips of his fingers brushing against my clitoris before sliding deeper within me.
"Dirty slut," he murmured, the dirty words arousing me further than I ever thought possible. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
His fingers slid further inside of me, hitting that sweet spot that made me whimper with desire. I felt him adjust his position, and before I knew it, he was pressing against my entrance, seeking out that same place.
"Oh God," I moaned as he finally entered me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced - raw, primal, undeniably passionate. He thrust deep within me, his movements steady and powerful as if he could sense just how close I was to the edge.
Our bodies moved in tandem now, each thrust bringing us closer to that blissful release we both craved. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding him as he plunged into me time and time again. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around the room, a testament to the intensity of our passion.
His teeth sank into my shoulder as he neared his climax, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. And so I did, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
As we lay there in the aftermath, our hearts still pounding and our skin slicked with sweat, I knew that this was more than just a sexual encounter. It was an unspoken promise - a declaration of our love for one another, sealed by the forbidden touch of our naked bodies.