Tori prepared for her evening rendezvous with the same anticipation and poise that had long defined her allure. She lingered over every detail—smoothing her dark, luxurious lingerie into place, feeling its silk and lace tighten around her curves. She chose a dress that was both refined and scandalous, a subtle temptation that promised so much more underneath. After slipping it on, she adjusted the neckline, making sure just the right amount of cleavage was revealed, enough to catch the eye but hold back the rest.
Her auburn hair fell in soft waves that seemed to glow in the low light, her makeup a masterpiece of precision, with rich, smoky eyes that hinted at secrets and burgundy nails that added a sultry finish. Tori felt electric, charged with the thrill of the night ahead as she slid into her car and drove to the Ritz Carlton. Upon arrival, she handed her keys to the valet, their eyes meeting as he caught a whiff of her alluring perfume—a scent that lingered like a promise. She walked to the elevator, feeling the thrill of every step, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Each moment built anticipation as she traveled up to his suite, her pulse quickening with each floor she passed.
Finally, she reached his door, her hand hesitating just slightly before she knocked. When he opened it, his smile was instant, his eyes widening as he took her in. "Wow," he breathed, lingering on her face before letting his gaze roam appreciatively. “You’re even more stunning than I could have imagined.”
They settled down with a glass of wine, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her glass as they talked, their conversation flowing seamlessly. His hand found her thigh, and she let it linger, enjoying the warmth of his touch through the delicate fabric. Slowly, his hand slid up her thigh, and she leaned into him, their lips meeting in a lingering kiss that left no room for words. He stood, drawing her up with him, and, with practiced ease, unzipped her dress, letting it slide from her shoulders to reveal the intricate lingerie beneath. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching for her breasts, grazing her skin until he cupped them fully, savoring their softness.
He bent his head, brushing his lips over the pale, sensitive skin of her breasts, his mouth finding her nipple and drawing it in, his tongue flicking over the hardened tip. She moaned softly, feeling heat pool between her thighs as he took his time, switching to the other nipple, his hands firmly gripping her waist, pulling her closer. She arched into him, reveling in the attention, her body humming with anticipation.
He lowered himself, kissing a line down her stomach, pausing at the delicate band of her lace panties. With a smirk, he gently tugged them down, his eyes never leaving hers. He spread her thighs and leaned in, breathing in her scent, feeling her warmth. His mouth was soft, yet unrelenting, his tongue tracing her folds, dipping in and out, tasting her. She gasped, clutching his shoulders as he worked her, each flick of his tongue bringing her closer. He knew just where to touch, finding the spots that made her tremble, her breaths coming quicker, each moan louder than the last. Her thighs quivered as he intensified, sucking gently, swirling his tongue until she reached the peak, crying out as her orgasm washed over her, her hands gripping his hair, holding him there.
Without a word, he rose, guiding her back against the bed, her legs parting naturally as he positioned himself over her. She could feel him against her, hard and insistent, as he slid in slowly, filling her. Her back arched as he pushed deeper, her body adjusting to his length. He moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust purposeful, hitting just the right spot. Her hips rose to meet his, matching his rhythm, her nails digging into his back as he drove into her, harder, deeper, his breaths becoming ragged.
As she neared another climax, she turned over, inviting him to take her from behind. She reached back, guiding his hand to her hips as he slid in again, the angle hitting her sensitive spots with each thrust. Then his eyes fell upon a small, glistening jewel nestled in her, his face going smoky with fascination and desire at this unexpected delight. The jeweled plug gleamed in her, a tantalizing touch that accentuated the soft, round curve of her sweet buttocks. His hunger deepened as he took in the sight, his fingers trailing over the jeweled plug, feeling the heat of her body beneath.
He eased it out, marveling at the tightness, the smoothness as he touched her, and the way she seemed to invite him to explore every inch of her. With each gentle movement, he became more attuned to her, more engrossed. She moaned, adjusting to the sensation, urging him on as he moved, each thrust deeper, harder. Her cries filled the room as they reached the edge together, their bodies locked in perfect rhythm until they shuddered in a final, shared release.
Spent and satisfied, they lay entangled, savoring the aftermath, the lingering sensation of each other etched into their skin. The night still held hours for them to explore further, yet for now, they were content, basking in the intimacy of their encounter, knowing that they’d both remember this night for years to come
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