Time Flowed Differently in Her Bedroom
When I stepped into her bedroom, I instantly felt the air thicken with tension. She was standing by the window in a delicate satin robe that barely covered her naked body. There was a glint in her eyes that spoke volumes — tonight there would be no rules, only desire.
Without a word, she crossed the room toward me. Her fingers glided over my neck, and then her lips found mine in a deep, wet kiss. She tasted like wine and something wild, untamed. Her robe slipped slowly from her shoulders, revealing her firm breasts and smooth skin.
Before I could catch my breath, she pushed me gently toward the bed, her body already pressed against me. Every touch was like a wave of heat. Her hips moved rhythmically, and the moans spilling from her lips only fueled the fire.
She pulled off my shirt and melted into my bare chest, pressing herself closer as if she wanted to draw me entirely into her. I felt her hand slide into my underwear, and my breath caught as her fingers wrapped around me, making me groan with pleasure.
“I want you,” she whispered in my ear, then let her lips trail down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and lower, stirring my desire with every kiss.
When she finally reached my penis, her tongue was slow and deliberate. My hands tangled in her hair as I surrendered to the incredible rhythm she set. The tension built endlessly inside me, as if she were drawing it out forever.
Then she rose up to lower herself onto me in all her naked glory. Her body surrounded me completely in a moment that seemed to stop time. She moved to the rhythm of our growing breaths — slow and deep — never breaking her heated gaze.
I gripped her waist and lifted her slightly, feeling every inch of her warmth. Her body yielded to mine, tense and trembling as the moans escaped her more and more freely.
When her fingers dug into my shoulders and a shuddering cry filled the room, we reached the very peak of that night — hot, unpredictable, and unforgettable.
She collapsed onto me, breathless, and I felt the steady beat of her heart against my chest. In that bedroom, time really had flowed differently — nothing existed outside of us, our hurried breaths, and the taste of fulfillment that filled the air.