The night was electric, charged with a palpable tension that seemed to buzz between them. She felt her skin tingle as she looked across the table at him, her heart fluttering as he leaned closer. He reached out, his fingertips tracing the line of her jaw, his gaze locked with hers. His breath was warm on her skin as he spoke, his words so intimate and softly spoken that they sent a shiver through her.
He began to whisper his sexting stories, describing in vivid detail all the things he wanted to do to her. His words were like a drug, and she felt her body respond as he spoke, her nipples hardening and her breath coming faster. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin against hers, but instead she stayed still, letting the words wash over her.
The stories were both tantalizing and arousing, and as he continued she felt her desire grow. When he finally finished, she was left trembling with need, wanting more than anything to feel his body pressed against hers. She looked up into his eyes, and without a word they both knew what they wanted.
He stood and moved around the table, taking her in his arms. She felt his hardness against her as they embraced, and then his lips were on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She gasped as his hands moved over her body, caressing and exploring her curves. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, and soon enough she was lost in a blissful pleasure.
The night was filled with passion and desire, and by morning the two were still lost in each other, their sexting stories long forgotten.
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