I met Mia on a dating app, and we hit it off immediately. Our conversations were a mix of witty banter and deep, meaningful exchanges. When we decided to meet in person, the chemistry was palpable from the moment we locked eyes at the cozy wine bar.
As the evening progressed, our knees brushed under the table, sending jolts of electricity through me. Her laugh was intoxicating, and the way she looked at me over the rim of her glass made it clear that she was as eager for the night to continue as I was.
We left the bar, the cool night air doing nothing to dampen the heat between us. We walked to my place, our hands finding each other's in the darkness. The moment we were through the door, we were on each other, clothes discarded in a trail leading to the bedroom.
Her body was a revelation, all soft curves and smooth skin. I explored her with my hands and mouth, each moan and sigh from her guiding me to new heights of pleasure. When I entered her, it was as if we were made for each other, moving together in a dance as old as time. The sensation of her tightening around me was exquisite, and I lost myself in the rhythm of our lovemaking until we both shattered in ecstasy.
Afterward, we lay there in a tangle of limbs, our breathing slowly returning to normal. There was a connection between us that went beyond the physical, a sense of rightness that lingered in the air. We talked until the early hours of the morning, neither of us wanting the night to end.