His fingers, warm and deliberate, slid along the delicate buttons of my blouse, each undone fastening a whispered promise. The cool air kissed my skin as the fabric parted, revealing the soft swell of my breasts. His gaze, dark and intense, held mine captive as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. The gentle tug of his mouth, the soft rasp of his teeth, ignited a fire within me, a raw, primal yearning that drowned out the timid protests in my head.
His hands moved to my other breast, kneading and teasing, eliciting a soft moan that escaped my lips. The world narrowed, the only reality his touch, his breath, the intoxicating scent of his skin. He shed his shirt, the smooth muscles of his chest and abdomen rippling in the dim light. Then his trousers followed, revealing the full length of his powerful legs. I'd never seen him so exposed, so vulnerable, so utterly him.
His fingers traced the contours of my body, mapping every curve, every dip, every sensitive nerve ending. Each touch was a spark, igniting a wildfire of desire. I shifted beneath him, a symphony of soft moans and whispered pleas escaping my lips. The hard length of his arousal pressed against my thigh, a stark reminder of the intimacy to come. A flicker of fear, a fleeting moment of doubt, threatened to surface, but the heat of his gaze, the urgency of his touch, banished them to the shadows.
He returned to my breasts, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on my sensitive nipples, drawing forth a chorus of involuntary moans. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He traced the delicate lace of my underwear, now damp and clinging, before slowly, deliberately, peeling it away. The air crackled with anticipation.
His fingers, gentle yet firm, explored the delicate folds of my femininity, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. He paused, his eyes searching mine, seeking permission, finding only raw desire reflected back. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me. A sharp intake of breath, a moment of exquisite tension, followed by a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He moved within me, a rhythmic dance of passion, each thrust deeper, stronger, more intense than the last. My body arched beneath him, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. "Elara… Elara…" His voice, a low, guttural murmur, barely penetrated the fog of desire that enveloped me. The world dissolved, leaving only the sensation of his body moving within mine, the raw, primal pleasure that consumed me whole. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me.