As I lay naked on our plush king-sized bed, waiting for my gorgeous blonde lover to join me, anticipation coursed through my veins. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of candles flickering on the nightstands, casting shadows and highlights across her body as she approached. Her hair fell in loose waves down her bare shoulders, brushing against her perfect tits as she moved closer.
She climbed onto the bed, her delicate legs folding themselves around mine, and we wrapped each other up in a passionate embrace. Our tongues met hungrily, exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
Her fingers traced lines down my chest, teasing my nipples until they hardened beneath her touch. She then moved lower, sliding her hand between my thighs, feeling how wet I already was for her. In turn, I relished in the feel of her supple breasts pressed against my chest, their weight pushing me even closer to the edge.
We broke apart breathlessly, locking eyes as we both panted from the intensity of our kiss. “I want you,” she whispered huskily, her blue eyes filled with desire.
“You have me,” I growled back, unable to hold myself back any longer. I rolled over so that she was now lying beneath me, her long legs splayed open, inviting me inside. I couldn’t resist the urge to lick and suck at her sensitive parts, paying special attention to her swollen clit and tight entrance.
She arched her hips towards me, moaning loudly as I continued to lavish attention on her most intimate areas. Her taste was intoxicating, and I wanted more. With one swift thrust, I entered her, filling her completely. Her walls squeezed tightly around me, making it nearly impossible to control myself.
We began to move together, our rhythmic grinding creating a symphony of flesh meeting flesh, skin slapping against skin. Her cries grew louder as her orgasm approached, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. We reached our peak simultaneously, her inner muscles clenching fiercely around me while I unloaded myself into her, filling her to capacity.
Panting heavily, we stayed tangled together, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other’s skin. I kissed her softly on the forehead before rolling off her, pulling her close again so that her head rested on my chest. “That was amazing,” she whispered hoarsely.
“It always is with you,” I replied, stroking her hair as we drifted off into the haze of post-coital bliss, looking forward to what the rest of the night would bring.
