I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I stood there, completely naked except for a pair of stiletto heels that accentuated the curves of my body. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting shadows across the walls. My lover, a tall and muscular man with piercing green eyes, stood before me, his own member at full attention, begging to be touched.
"Are you ready for this?" he whispered hoarsely, running his fingers lightly down my spine and sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me. I could feel the heat radiating from him as we stared into each other's eyes, waiting for the moment when our desires would collide in a perfect symphony of pleasure.
Slowly, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. His breath hitched as I stroked him gently, teasing him with just enough pressure to make him crave more. With each stroke, his eyes darkened and he groaned softly, pushing further into my grasp.
"Do you want me to take it all off?" I asked playfully, biting my lip seductively as I traced the tip of my tongue along the sensitive skin at the base of his shaft. He nodded vigorously, his eyes glazed over with lust.
With a sultry grin, I slipped the stiletto heels from my feet and stepped out of them, revealing the lace-trimmed panties that matched my bra. The room was now shrouded in darkness except for the flickering glow of the candles casting an ethereal glow on our bodies.
"Take it off," I commanded, my voice low and seductive. My lover's eyes widened with desire as he reached down and tugged at the elastic waistband of my panties. They slid down my thighs slowly, revealing my wet, aching pussy that begged for his attention.
I felt his fingers trace the outline of my mound through the fabric before finally pulling the last inch away from my body. His gaze was intense as he drank in the sight of me, completely bare and at his mercy. His eyes flickered to mine, a silent question hanging between us: Would I let him have me?
"Yes," I breathed, arching my back slightly to offer myself fully. He didn't hesitate for even a moment; instead, he stepped forward and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. With one swift motion, he thrust himself inside me, filling me completely with his thick length.
I cried out in pleasure as he bottomed out within me, our bodies now united in a way that was both primal and deeply intimate. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer as he began to move within me. Each stroke sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through my body, making me moan softly with every thrust.
His breath was ragged now, his pace picking up speed as his desire grew stronger. I could feel the muscles in his abdomen tightening with each movement, the headboard creaking beneath him as he pounded into me relentlessly.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "You love feeling my cock inside you."
I nodded, biting my lip again to keep from crying out too loudly. His pace quickened further, his balls slapping against my wet pussy with each thrust. It was almost too much to bear - the sheer intensity of our encounter threatened to overwhelm me completely.
And then, suddenly, he tensed up, a low moan escaping him as he buried himself deep within me one last time. I felt the warmth of his release filling me, the sensation almost unbearable in its intensity. He held himself still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside me before finally pulling out.
I collapsed onto the bed beneath us, breathless and spent. He joined me on the mattress, tracing gentle patterns across my skin with his fingers as we both caught our breaths. As we lay there entwined, I knew that this encounter would forever be etched in my memory - a thrilling triumph of passion and desire.