The room is lit only by the dim light of a single candle as she positions herself on top of him, her skin glistening with sweat from the intense build-up. She leans in to whisper into his ear, her breath warm and heavy. "I want you to make love to me, like you mean it," she says softly, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest. He responds by slowly thrusting his hips upwards, his cock sliding between her folds. She gasps at the sensation and begins to grind down onto him, moaning his name. Their bodies sway together in a rhythm of desire, their breaths mingling as they lose themselves in the moment.
