The night was heavy with promise as he entered the dimly lit room, his heart pounding in anticipation. He could smell her before he even saw her, a heady mix of sweat and desire that had him feeling more than a little hungry. She lay sprawled on the bed, a silhouette against the darkened window, her skin glistening with the sheen of perspiration, her nipples hard points in the dim light.
He couldn't resist reaching out to touch her, his fingers tracing the lines of her body as he made his way down to where the promise lay, a warm wetness that beckoned him closer. He could see it glistening there, swollen and ready for him. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside it, to feel it tighten around him as he pushed deeper and deeper into her.
As he lowered his head, she let out a soft moan, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He could taste the salty sweetness of her on his lips, the smell of her filling his nostrils. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with need as it sought entry into her wet heat.
He pushed himself inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him, gripping him like a vise. She gasped, her hands clawing at the sheets beneath her as he began to move within her, his rhythm fast and hard, each stroke driving him closer and closer to the edge.
Her cries filled the room, a primal sound that echoed in his ears, pushing him onwards until he could take it no longer. With one final thrust, he felt himself surge inside her, his cum spilling deep within her as she moaned his name.
They lay there, panting heavily, their bodies intertwined, sweaty and sticky from the exertions of their passion. He couldn't resist touching her again, tracing the lines of her body with his fingers as he whispered into her ear, a promise for another night like this one.
As she nodded in agreement, he knew that they had both found what they were looking for; something raw and primal, something that spoke to their baser desires. The wild side of love had called them here tonight, and neither could deny its power or its allure. They would return again and again, lost in the thrill of the chase as they explored the rough and ready side of passion.