The heavy, sweet scent of wet stone and jasmine hung in the evening air as Lukas opened the balcony door. The day’s heat was still palpable, wafting in waves from the depths of the hotel complex, mingling with the salt of the nearby sea. His gaze wandered over the lights of the complex, past the silhouetted palms whose fronds swayed in the wind, and the emerald-green pool shimmering in the glow of the underwater lights. And then it caught on her.
Two floors down, barely thirty meters away, she stood on her balcony. The warm light from her room fell on her bare skin, making it glow in a golden shimmer. She wore only a loose, white bathrobe, casually draped around her hips, her arms resting on the railing, her head tilted back as if she were looking up at the stars. Lukas saw the slight tremor of her shoulders as she took a deep breath – a sigh that the wind carried to him.
He knew it was wrong to watch her. A violation of the unwritten rules of the night. But something in her posture, in the way her hair danced in the wind, the way her body stretched toward the moon, held him captive. His fingers gripped the cool railing, his pulse quickened. Instinctively, he took a step back, letting the shadows swallow him. Unobtrusive. Invisible.
She loosened the belt of her bathrobe with a casual movement. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the garment slipped from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, and she stood naked before him, an image of perfect sensuality. Her body was slender, but not thin, the curves soft and feminine. The moon reflected on her skin, making her appear like porcelain. Lukas held his breath as a wave of warmth flowed through him, gathering deep in his belly.
She turned slightly to the side, allowing him to admire the line of her back, the curve of her hip. Her hands glided over her waist, up to her breasts. She caressed herself, slowly, savoringly, each touch a promise. Her fingers played over her nipples, which hardened under her touch. Lukas’ mouth went dry. He imagined what it would be like to have his hands on her skin – to feel her warmth, to taste her.
Then, suddenly, she turned her head. Her gaze was directly fixed on him, through the darkness, as if she had sensed his presence the whole time. Lukas froze, his heart pounding in his throat. He couldn’t see her smile, but he felt it. A silent invitation that needed no words. She raised a hand and beckoned him to her.
His mind screamed at him to leave, to close the door, to crawl into his bed and forget the whole thing. But his body didn’t obey. With trembling hands, he opened his balcony door, crossed the dark hallway, down the stairs. Each step echoed softly in the stairwell, an echo of his pounding heart.
He stopped in front of her door, his hand clenched into a fist. He knocked twice, softly, almost inaudibly. The door opened. She stood there, back in her bathrobe, her face half in shadow, her eyes dark and gleaming. “I saw you,” she said. Her voice was rough, but without reproach, rather curious.
“I’m sorry,” Lukas began, but she placed a finger on his lips. The touch burned.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Come in.”
He entered. The room was small, intimate, with a wide bed that dominated the center. She closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock hanging in the air. The scent of her perfume – sweet, heavy, with a hint of vanilla – mingled with the smell of his own sweat. She stood close to him, so close that he felt the warmth of her body, the slight draft every movement of hers created.
“How long were you watching?” she asked, her gaze searching.
“A few minutes,” he confessed, his voice hoarse. “I couldn’t look away. It was like you were made for me.”
She smiled, a shy, knowing smile. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes,” he said, and the word was a hoarse confession.
She reached for his hand, placed it on her breast. Under the soft fabric of the bathrobe, he felt the hard tip of her nipple, which stiffened under his touch. She let the bathrobe fall, again she stood naked before him, this time in the warm light of the room. Her hands found the hem of his T-shirt, pulled it over his head. His skin burned under her gaze as she undressed him, piece by piece.
He leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, opening for him like a blossom. Their tongues met, a first, hesitant exploration that quickly gained intensity. His hands glided over her back, down to her ass, pulling her tightly against him. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his jeans and pressed against it, a silent promise.
She opened his belt, let his pants slide to the floor, then his boxers. His erection stood free, pulsating with desire. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers firm and demanding, and led him to the bed.
But before he could lie down, she paused. “Wait,” she breathed, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “I want to taste you first.”
She sank to her knees, her hands on his thighs, her gaze looking up. Her mouth opened, her tongue ran slowly over his tip, a first, gentle lick. Lukas sucked in a sharp breath, his hands burying themselves in her hair. She took him deeper, enveloped him with her lips, a soft sucking that jolted through his entire body. Her head moved back and forth, a steady rhythm, while her tongue played around him. He moaned softly, his hips jerking involuntarily toward her. She took him all the way, until he felt the warm rush of her throat, then she let him go, only to tease him with the tip of her tongue. “You taste so good,” she murmured, before diving back in.
Lukas could resist no longer. He pulled her gently up, turned her around, pressed her onto the bed. Her legs opened as if by themselves, invitingly. He settled between them, his mouth found her breast, the hard tip he enclosed with his lips, while his hand caressed the other. She moaned, her fingers in his hair. He wandered lower, over her belly, until he reached the wet triangle between her legs. His breath was hot on her skin as he parted her labia with his tongue, finding the sensitive bud beneath. She arched up, a cry escaping her. He dove in, licked, sucked, didn’t let up until her legs trembled and she whispered his name.
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