Her hands thread through your hair, urging you closer even as she arches her hips off the bed in invitation. You take her up on the offer, thrusting deeper into her with a groan of pleasure. She's hot and wet and so tight around you that it's almost unbearable.

Her nails scrape down your back, urging you to go faster, harder, and you oblige, losing yourself in the feel of her body moving beneath yours.

Cries of pleasure escape her lips as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering and trembling from the force of her orgasm. You continue to move, relentless in your quest for release, but it's not until you feel the tension building inside you that you finally let go, groaning her name as your seed spills deep within her.

For a long moment, you lie panting against her leg, hands braced on either side of her hips.

"I think that will do nicely," she purrs into your ear before leading you out the door and toward her car. Once inside, she reaches over to undo your seatbelt, expertly pulling it free with one fluid motion before leaning in closer to nibble at your neck. "Where do you live, Luke?" Her voice is husky now, each word laced with desire.

Her heart races as you tell her your address. She repeats it silently to herself, committing the numbers to memory before leaning back in her seat and giving you a satisfied smile. "Perfect," she says, running her hands up and down her thighs suggestively. "I can't wait to see what else we might get up to once we get there." With that, she reaches over and turns on the radio, finding a slow, seductive song that perfectly matches the mood of the moment.

Dahlia's other hand slides down your arm and takes yours in hers, lacing their fingers together. "Come here," she whispers, leading you back toward the bed. As she lies down on the silk sheets, she pulls you down beside her, their bodies pressed tightly together from breast to thigh.

Her free hand trails up your chest again, this time cupping your cheek before moving lower, tracing lazy circles around your belly button and finally coming to rest on your erection. "Mmm,"

She hums, her hips moving against yours in a slow, teasing motion. "I think we're getting there." Her other hand moves lower still, sliding between your bodies to stroke up and down the length of you through your pants. Her touch is featherlight but unmistakably intentional, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Are you close?" she whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she nibbles gently on the lobe. "Do you want to feel me around you?"

Her words are muffled by the wall as you begin to thrust roughly into her, claiming her with each hard stroke. Dahlia's body shudders as pleasure washes over her, and she digs her nails into your shoulders to keep herself grounded against the pain. "Yes," she pants, "fuck me harder." She meets your gaze, their eyes locked together as you fuck her against the wall.

You slam into her over and over, driving them both to the edge of orgasm. With each thrust, Dahlia feels a building pressure inside her, growing stronger with every passing second. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she arches her back in desperation for release. "Oh god," she moans, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches up and cups your cheek, guiding your face toward hers. "What do you say?" she whispers against your lips before pressing them softly closed with her own. Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of your lips, seeking entry into your mouth. She can feel your arousal pressed against her belly, and it only serves to inflame her further.

As you kiss her back, she moans softly, arching her body even closer against yours.

Her hand continues to stroke your length through your pants as she deepens the kiss, taking control of it completely. She's never been one to let anyone else be in charge... but with you, there's something about the way you make her feel that has her wanting more. More of this power play between them.

Her free hand slips beneath your shirt, caressing your bare chest as she kisses you harder. Her body trembles with need, and it feels like it might explode at any moment.

Her voice comes out husky and satisfied before opening her eyes to find Alex watching her intently. She smiles up at him, reaching down between their bodies to guide his hard cock to her entrance. With a slow, steady thrust, she takes him inside her, feeling the familiar heat of his length stretching her.

"Mmm," she moans, arching back into the touch as Alex begins to move in rhythm with her. Their hips slide against each other in a sensual dance, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

As they find their pace, Dahlia's hands move to grip the back of the couch for leverage, her nails digging into the soft material as she meets Alex's thrusts with equal force. His hands slide down her sides, cupping her ass and pulling her closer with each powerful stroke.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they continue to mate in this heated frenzy, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The air around them crackles with electricity, the passion between them undeniable.