The room was dark, the only illumination coming from a small bedside lamp casting a soft orange glow across the bed. She lay there, barely covered by a thin sheet, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She closed her eyes and imagined him, his touch on her skin, his lips on hers. She felt his hands slipping beneath the sheet and caressing her body, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.
His hands moved lower, exploring her curves, eliciting moans from her lips. His touch was gentle yet firm, and she found herself trembling with anticipation. He moved his hands up to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples until she was trembling with desire.
He moved lower still, his fingers trailing down her stomach and into her most intimate places. She gasped as he explored her, touching her in ways she had never been touched before. As his fingers moved inside her, her body began to quiver and tremble with pleasure. She felt as if she was on the brink of an orgasm, and the sensation was overwhelming.
He moved his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands explored her body. As their bodies moved together, the pleasure intensified until she was unable to contain it any longer. She cried out in pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her and her body was wracked with pleasure.
When it was over, she lay there in the dark, her body still trembling with pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before, and she knew that it was something she would never forget.