In the dimly lit room, she stood before him wearing nothing but a lace teddy that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her breasts strained against the delicate fabric, while the sheer material of the teddy dipped low enough to reveal tantalizing glimpses of her erect nipples.
He stared hungrily at her as she slowly slid the thin straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His eyes followed the trail of lace down her body, until he could no longer resist. He reached out and traced his fingertips over the delicate curves of her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin through the sheer fabric.
"Touch me," she whispered, her voice like velvet. "Feel how wet I am for you."
He obeyed without hesitation, running his fingers up the inside of her thighs until he found the source of her arousal - her throbbing clit, swollen and begging to be touched. He teased it gently with the tip of his finger, feeling the slickness as it glided over her sensitive flesh.
"More," she moaned, arching her back in anticipation. "Faster."
He listened intently, giving her exactly what she wanted. He stroked her clit firmly and steadily, building momentum with each stroke until he could hear the wet sounds of her arousal echoing around them. Her breathing became ragged, and her hips began to rock in rhythm with his touch.
"I want you inside me," she panted. "Now."
He needed no further encouragement. He reached down between their bodies, positioning himself at the entrance of her wet folds. With one strong thrust, he entered her completely, filling her up in a way that made them both gasp.
"God, you feel good," he groaned as he began to move inside her. "So tight...so wet."
She moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper still. He could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around him, trying to draw him in even further. It was almost too much to bear, but he didn't want this feeling to end.
He pulled out almost all the way before plunging back into her, each stroke becoming more forceful and urgent than the last. She was gripping his shoulders now, digging her nails into his flesh as they both surged towards their climax.
"Come for me," he urged, feeling his balls tighten with the promise of release. "I want to feel you come undone around me."
She nodded eagerly, arching her back once more and giving herself over completely to the sensation building within her. Her clit throbbed loudly under his fingertips, matching the rhythm of his thrusts until finally, she cried out in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm washed over her.
Feeling her muscles spasm around him pushed him over the edge as well. With a final desperate thrust, he let go inside her, filling her up with his hot seed as they both rode out the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, she pulled him close, wrapping her arms tightly around him and burying her face in his neck. They remained like that for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter - a testament to the power of lace to ignite even the most basic of desires.