The smell of vanilla and almond filled the room. She stared at him underneath the glow of the candlelight. She liked him. She liked his lips on her lips. She always took the chance to part his lips softly with her tongue when they reached for hers.
Pleasantly murmuring, she pressed her body against him. Even though clothes snuggly kept their bodies apart, she felt such warmth run through her body. Like peeling at a staticky sheet, she placed her lips around the edge of his shirt to tug at it.
Her hands treaded against his exposed skin. It could be seen as a little tedious, or a little torture. Unveiling his skin, moving her fingers in small circles over his naked body. And repeat. Under the glow of the candlelight, his eyes beamed for her.
His hands kneaded her breasts over her clothes. Like rolling a little piece of dough in his hands, he explored the tenderness of her nipple. Perhaps, it was a bit too torturous. With a deep kiss she undressed herself and slid herself into bed.
Naked with the shadows of evening hiding her smile. The twinkle in her eye dared him to her. He took off his shirt and placed his knee on the bed, crouched ready to pounce. He crawled up to her and as she similarly crawled to him. Upon meeting she broke into a small giggle while he held her close and pinned her down. He kissed her gently, nibbling on her lips, and truly knowing her he rubbed his hardness against her aching body. She reached for his pants to undo his buttons, but he moved her hands aside. He kissed her again, their lips and tongues fighting for power. He rubbed his hands all over her body, pushing his body against her, moans interrupting the sounds of kissing.
Teasing her hidden bud with one hand, he unbuttoned his pants with the other. He pulled down his pants revealing a small puddle on his boxers. It’s revelation apparent underneath her hand as she moaned louder. She pulled out his hard cock from his boxers, matching the teasing of his finger over her.
Her moans became indistinguishable from deep throaty sounds as she began moving her body against his fingers. Rocking herself, he brought her closer to the edge until her moans broke off. Her body quickened against his hand. His hand continued coaxing every last wave of the riveting emotion over her. Not waiting for the last of the waves, he finished undressing quickly to join himself to her.
She positioned herself on her side to allow more of him in her. Their legs intertwined, the pulsing of his warm body carrying a current of his need. She held him tight. Their bodies running against each other with each of his thrusts. In asymmetrical rhythm with each other, moaning breaking the sounds of kissing. Their bodies adding to scents if the candles, their own blend of sultry and sex. Rhythm of repetition and electricity until he finished inside her. His hardness slipped out a little bit for extra mess down her thigh. He brought himself back in to thrust until he filled her completely.