Crimson Hearts, Twisted Play (L)

The rain hammered against the windows of our beachfront condo, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my thighs. Sharon, radiant in a silk slip and barely there lace bra, lay sprawled across the plush king-sized bed, her skin glistening with a recent shower. The scent of her lavender body lotion mingled with the salty air, a potent cocktail of sensuality that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

“You look incredible,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire as I slowly drew closer, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. She shifted slightly, a shiver rippling through her body, and a small gasp escaped her lips. "Just like I remember you."

She arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “And you’re not much different, David. Still possessive, still hungering.” She ran a hand down her thigh, teasing me with a touch that sent a jolt of electricity through my system. The heat was building, a slow burn that intensified with every stolen glance, every lingering caress.

“Let’s not waste any time,” I said, my voice low and insistent. “My patience is wearing thin.”

She rose gracefully from the bed, her movements fluid and confident, and moved towards the open window overlooking the crashing waves. She pulled back the sheer curtains, revealing a panoramic view of the stormy ocean. “It’s a fitting backdrop for our reunion,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

With a flick of her wrist, she removed her slip, revealing a delicate lace bodysuit underneath. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her ample breasts and the swell of her hips. She then shed her heels, letting them clatter onto the hardwood floor, and slipped into a pair of worn leather boots. The contrast between the delicate lingerie and the rugged boots was both alluring and intriguing.

I watched, mesmerized, as she paced back and forth, her energy palpable. She seemed to relish in the anticipation, savoring the moment before unleashing her pent-up desires. Finally, she stopped before me, her eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation hanging in the air.

“Let’s start with a little foreplay,” she purred, reaching for a bottle of champagne on the nightstand. She poured two glasses, handing one to me. “To lost time, and second chances.”

As we clinked our glasses together, the rain intensified, creating a symphony of thunder and lightning outside. The mood in the room shifted, becoming charged with a raw, primal energy.

I took a long sip of champagne, letting the bubbles fizz on my tongue, before leaning in to kiss her. Her lips were soft and yielding, but her body was taut with anticipation. I began to explore her, my hands moving slowly, deliberately, tracing the lines of her body, igniting her skin with a fiery touch.

She moaned softly, arching her back slightly as I continued my exploration. My fingers traced the curve of her spine, then moved downwards, teasing her sensitive spots. The scent of her body lotion grew stronger, intoxicating me with its blend of lavender and vanilla.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I replied, my own voice rasping with desire.

I shifted my grip, pulling her closer, and began to grind against her, my movements growing more insistent. Her hips began to sway, responding to my touch with a powerful rhythm. The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, creating a chaotic backdrop to our passionate encounter.

Suddenly, she pulled away, rolling onto her back and drawing her knees to her chest. “I want you to get on top,” she demanded, her voice breathless.

I obliged, shifting my weight and positioning myself so that I could easily receive her. She slid onto my back, her weight settling onto my hips, her breasts pressing against my chest. The heat intensified, radiating from her body like a furnace.

Her hands slid down my stomach, tracing the contours of my muscles, before reaching for my erect member. She gripped it firmly, pulling me up slightly so she could angle herself for penetration.

“Let’s do this,” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.

I arched my back, preparing myself for the inevitable. She thrust deep, her movements powerful and rhythmic. A wave of pleasure washed over me, threatening to consume me entirely.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, her grip tightening around my member. “Oh, David, you’re incredible.”

As the first wave of arousal subsided, she pulled away, her breathing ragged. “More,” she gasped. “Please, more.”

I complied, resuming my thrusts with renewed vigor. The rain continued to fall, pounding against the windows, mirroring the intensity of our encounter. Sweat dripped from my forehead, soaking my hair, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the sheer pleasure of our shared passion.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached the peak of ecstasy. Both of us collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath, our bodies trembling with exhaustion and pleasure.

For a long moment, we lay there, silent, savoring the afterglow of our passionate encounter. The rain gradually subsided, and the first rays of sunlight began to peek through the clouds, casting a warm glow over our condo.

As the morning light filled the room, Sharon reached out and gently stroked my hair. “That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment. “Absolutely amazing.”

I smiled, leaning my head against her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my ear. "You know," I said, "I think we've only just begun."

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