The city outside her apartment window had long since fallen quiet, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Elena had been teasing him all evening—short silk robe barely tied, the curve of her breasts peeking out every time she reached for her wine glass. Now, with the lights dimmed to a soft amber glow, she stood in front of him, hips swaying slowly to the low hum of music.
“Come here,” she whispered, her voice husky and commanding.
He didn't need to be told twice. His hands found her waist, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together. The robe slipped open easily, revealing smooth skin and hard nipples already begging for attention. He leaned down, capturing one between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder as her fingers tangled in his hair and a soft moan escaped her throat.
“Fuck… just like that,” Elena gasped, arching her back to push more of her breast into his mouth.
His free hand slid lower, tracing the line of her hip before dipping between her thighs. She was already soaked—hot, slick, and ready. Two fingers glided along her folds, circling her swollen clit with deliberate slowness. Her hips bucked against his hand, chasing the friction she craved.
She pushed him back onto the couch, climbing on top with predatory grace. The robe fell away completely now, leaving her gloriously naked. Her hands worked quickly to free his cock, already rock-hard and throbbing. She stroked him firmly, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered there.
“I want you inside me,” she breathed, positioning herself above him.
She sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. The stretch made her whimper, walls clenching around his thickness. For a moment they stayed still, savoring the fullness. Then she started to ride—slow, grinding rolls of her hips that had him groaning her name.
His hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she picked up speed. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her breathy moans and his low growls. Sweat glistened on her skin, her breasts bouncing with every thrust upward from him.
“Harder,” she demanded, leaning forward so her nipples brushed his chest. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, hooking her legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him drive deeper, pounding into her with relentless rhythm. Her nails raked down his back as pleasure built, coiling tight in her core.
“I'm close—don't stop,” she cried out.
He reached between them, rubbing her clit in tight circles. That was all it took. Her orgasm crashed over her, pussy pulsing around his cock as she came hard, soaking him with her release. The sight and feel of her unraveling pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he thrust deep one last time and filled her, hot spurts of cum painting her insides.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged, bodies slick and satisfied. But as his hand lazily traced circles on her thigh, he knew this was only the beginning of the night. Elena smiled up at him, eyes dark with renewed hunger.
“Round two in the shower?” she purred.