Inspired by and written for Dranae
He came into the bedroom. She looked up at him from the bed. She sized him up with her dark eyes. He was already naked, cock stiff between his legs. Her eyes locked with his steel-blue eyes. They had a want, a desire, a hunger burning deep inside.
A hunger only for her.
He closed the distance to the bed as she rose. He took her face in his hands, cupping it and bringing it to his. Their lips locked and tongues intertwined only as familiar lovers can.
He slid the nightgown from her shoulders. It fell, exposing her dark skin, contrasting against his pale skin. He lifted her to the bed, then followed suit.
They sat across from each other, inches apart. They locked eyes again, those piercing blues meeting those deep chestnuts. In that stare, they had all they needed: each other.
She reached her hand down, to her awaiting pussy. She slowly rubbed the outer lips, building her anticipation.
His hand went to his cock, already at attention and throbbing with lust. His hand stroked slowly to warm it up.
Her mouth parted with a gasp. The stare, the stroke, her lover, it was all too much as she felt the blood rush down to her awaiting loins.
He let out a long sigh as he tightened his hand around his cock and the stroking lengthened to his full size. He focused his gaze into her eyes and inched forward until their knees touched.
She spread the lips of her pussy, enticing his gaze away from hers. She was slick with desire. She lifted her glistening fingers to her mouth and licked them, one by one, as he stared.
His cock jumped involuntarily at the sight. She giggled as it bounced back to its place. He resumed the stroking, now building up speed.
Her eyes gazed into his again as she took one of her fingers and inserted it into herself. She gasped and shuddered as it slid in easily. In and out, she began to work it.
His breathing became ragged as precum started to leak from the tip of his cock. With every stroke it coated more and more of his head and shaft.