I didn't really know what was pushing me to go up to that terrace.
Perhaps curiosity.
Perhaps Laura's voice, low, husky, which had tormented me with vowels all day.
Or perhaps the awareness that there was a desire between us that neither of us had ever dared to admit.
When the door opened, I saw her.
She had a white shirt that fell softly over her shoulders, no bra underneath.
The breeze caressed her skin, making her bare breasts irresistible and shiny in the light.
Her smile was provocative and promised everything without saying a word.
"You're finally here," she said, her voice low and husky, imbued with desire.
"I didn't want to miss the view..." I replied, trying not to stare openly at her.
"Or the company?" she retorted, biting her lip and looking at me with burning eyes.
That smile was an invitation to sin, and I had no intention of resisting.
I approached, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
Laura's hands grabbed me, pulling me, as the wind moved her hair and her shirt opened slightly at her chest.
"I want you to touch me, now," she murmured, her eyes glistening with excitement.
"Now?" I asked, surprised by her authoritative tone.
"Yes... I want to feel you inside me, now," she replied, her hands already in my hair, guiding me without hesitation.
I kissed her, without thinking.
Her mouth opened under mine, her hands ran down my back, playing with my pants, seeking warmth, contact and perhaps even my cock.
It was as if our bodies knew exactly what to do.
Her shirt fell completely.
I took her full breasts in my hands, caressed them and nibbled them gently, while she moaned near my ear: "Yes... like that... keep going..."
Her breathing was fast, pure excitement, every word invited me to push harder.
I knelt behind her, my hands on her hips, my body pressed against hers, feeling the intense heat of her skin.
"Turn around..." I whispered to her from behind her neck.
She barely turned, biting her lip: "Make me come..."
Her body bent against mine, I was extremely aroused and getting harder with desire.
My hands slipped under her skirt on their own.
I found her vagina already wet, soft, ready to receive me.
"Ahhh... yes... again... like that..." she moaned, trembling under my fingers and her body asking for more depth.
I pulled down my pants and underwear, took her in my arms, penetrating her slowly, feeling her body tighten and abandon itself to every movement of mine.
"Don't stop!" she screamed.
I had my hands in her hair and was pulling her close.
"I have no intention of stopping..." I replied, increasing the rhythm and feeling her excitement explode in every gesture.
The first orgasm shook her completely.
She arched, her legs trembling, her breath broken and her voice hoarse with pleasure.
But she didn't stop.
She grabbed me, pushed me closer, as if to tell me she wanted even more.
Her hands ran down my back, my skin, my neck.
"Harder... deeper... I want to feel you inside completely" she whispered.
Every word of hers was an erotic command.
I couldn't resist: I held her tight, kissed her everywhere, alternating kisses and bites and following the rhythm of her moans and her hands.
This woman was an invitation to sin.
I penetrated her while I touched her clitoris with my fingers.
The second orgasm came.
This time slow, intense, a wave that swept through her from her lower abdomen to her shoulders.
Her hands clenched around me, her body arching, her legs trembling and opening to receive me again.
"Yes... yes... yes... don't stop..." she moaned, and I couldn't stop.
A third orgasm came, which left her trembling, sweaty, completely surrendered.
We didn't stop moving, our bodies intertwined, our breathing labored.
I took my member in my hand and masturbated while watching her.
I was full, I couldn't hold back anymore.
She took it in her hand and gave me a handjob, but only for a few seconds, because my orgasm exploded.
Finally, we collapsed together on the ground, our bodies sweaty.
"Next time..." she whispered, biting her lip, "inside the house."
"Next time I decide," I replied, smiling, already imagining every detail.
Because that desire couldn't end like that.
And I knew: there would be a next time, and it would be even more intense and uncontrollable.
