Elizabeth's heart raced as she undid his belt, her hands trembling with anticipation. She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, their gazes locked in a heated exchange. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for her. She took it in her hand, slowly stroking it, savoring the texture against her palm. She kissed it softly before taking it into her mouth, sucking on the head while she ran her tongue along the shaft. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. She looked up at him again, her eyes filled with desire, and said, "I want you inside me." He hesitated for a moment, then knelt before her, guiding his rigid length towards her wet opening. She gasped as he entered her, feeling full yet wanting more. They moved together, their rhythm increasing in pace and intensity. As they reached the climax of their dance, their bodies entwined in a perfect harmony of movements, the room seemed to disappear, replaced by a euphoric nothingness where only their connection mattered.
