Lost in Pleasure

I met her at a local bar last week, a tall woman with dark hair and deep eyes that seemed to see right through me. We hit it off instantly over drinks, our hands brushing together under the pretense of passing menus back and forth. I invited her home, not knowing if she was interested, but she smiled seductively as we walked out into the cool night air. The moment the door closed behind us, there was no hesitation. Her lips were on mine before I could even take off my coat, tongues tangling in a fiery dance that set every nerve ending alight. We fumbled with each other's clothes until she was pressed against me, skin to skin. The feel of her breasts against my chest was intoxicating, sending waves of desire through me as my hands roamed over the smooth curve of her hips. We fell onto the bed, the sheets rustling beneath us. She straddled me, guiding my hand between her legs where she was already slick with need. Fingers delved into that wet heat, teasing and stroking until her back arched off the mattress, nails digging into my shoulders as she came hard. She guided me to my knees, eyes blazing as I slid inside her tight warmth. It felt like a storm of pleasure had hit us both all at once. We moved together in unison, bodies slick with sweat and skin flushed from exertion. The sounds between us were primal, our voices breaking with need, grunts and moans mixing until we became one entity. I couldn't look away as she rode me hard, her breasts jiggling slightly with each thrust. I had to have more of her. Afterward, lying in bed entwined like lovers old beyond years, I whispered into her ear, 'Do you feel that? Can you sense it too, the way our bodies just click together?'