Tori selected her lingerie with deliberate care, slipping into a deep sapphire lace corset with a touch of ivory trim, its delicate boning accentuating her curves. She matched it with high lace-topped stockings and slipped into her killer stilettos, their slender heels elongating her legs. With one last look in the mirror, she adjusted the cascade of her hair over her shoulder and left the door ajar—a subtle invitation. She preferred her gentleman callers to enter smoothly, avoiding the formality of knocking, just as she preferred everything else about their meetings to feel seamless.
When he entered, she felt his presence before fully turning to see him. He was younger than her—mid-thirties at most—but held himself with a strength and confidence that instantly captivated her. His features were chiseled, his skin a flawless ebony, and his dark eyes held a warmth and spark that told her he was more than ready for the afternoon ahead. Cornrows framed his striking face, and a knowing smile spread across his lips as he took her in.
They started with light conversation, laughter flowing as she poured them both a glass of wine, leading him deeper into the luxury suite. Every word, every look, built a simmering anticipation. But soon, words were replaced by actions as he stepped closer, closing the gap between them. Tori felt his hand brush her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline as he leaned in, their lips meeting with the first taste of sweetness. His kisses were deep, soft at first, then more demanding, his hands roaming her body as if savoring every inch.
She let herself melt into him, running her fingers down his strong chest, stopping just above his rock hard manhood, teasingly, until she heard him moaning in unison to her touch. With a playful smile, she guided him to the edge of the bed and let her body sink to her knees before him. His eyes widened slightly as she took him fully into her hands, her lips brushing along his length. She moved slowly, savoring him, her tongue trailing from the base to the tip, then sliding him deeply into her mouth. She maintained eye contact, watching his breath catch and his head tilt back, a moan escaping his lips.
She worked him with practiced ease, letting her tongue and lips coax out every bit of his pleasure. Her mouth moved rhythmically, drawing deeper each time, her hands exploring his thighs, feeling the strength there as he clenched in response. His breathing grew heavier, his moans filling the room, as she took him down to the hilt, her gaze never leaving his. His pleasure was palpable, and she could feel his need intensify with every movement. Her mons served as encouragement for him to let it go, to savor the feel of exploding in her mouth.
He climaxed with such intensity that it sent waves of force through him, rocking the bed beneath them, their shared passion reverberating in every shudder and gasp.
Finally, after struggling to catch his breath and return to reality, he gently pulled her up, his hands sliding over her body, desire still burning in his deep brown eyes. He reached for a bottle of massage oil he’d brought, a thoughtful touch that made her smile. Drizzling it onto her back, his hands began kneading her shoulders, moving down her spine, his touch both firm and tender. She murmured her appreciation, urging him to go harder, to release the knots of tension in her body. He obeyed, his strength evident in every stroke, his hands rough yet skillful as they worked over her skin, each touch making her body ache for more.
With the room thick with sensual energy, he turned her over, his lips finding their way down her body, lingering on her breasts, his mouth encircling her nipples, teasing and sucking in a way that made her gasp. His fingers traced down her stomach, slipping between her thighs, and she opened herself to him, her anticipation growing with every delicate touch. He kissed her inner thighs, his breath warm, before his mouth settled on her, his tongue moving in slow, circular motions that made her back arch. She gripped the sheets, moaning softly, losing herself in the waves of pleasure building within her. Her release was unmistakable, her pleasure evident as her essence glistened, a testament to the passion they had just shared. She lay there, breathing heavily, every part of her body humming in the aftermath, her skin flushed and glowing.
Her moans were irresistible, sounding like soft, urgent pleas, each one urging him on, encouraging him to take her to new heights. Driven by her sounds of pleasure, he leaned in, determined to bring her to yet another shuddering climax, every movement guided by her breathless, sweet encouragement.
He moved over her, positioning himself at her slick entrance, locking his gaze with hers as he slowly, deeply slid inside. She gasped, feeling every inch of him stretch and fill her, each powerful thrust perfectly timed yet commanding. His intensity took her breath away, his hands firmly gripping her hips as he plunged deeper, each movement igniting a raw, consuming desire between them. Their rhythm intensified, wild and unrestrained, his thrusts as unyielding as the massage he’d given her, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of release.
They came together in a frenzy of moans and gasps, their bodies shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook them, leaving them breathless and sated. They lay together afterward, catching their breath, sharing quiet words and easy laughter, basking in the afterglow. As they dressed, their eyes met, and without words, they both knew—this was an encounter they’d both want to repeat.
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