As she turned toward the bed, Rebecca's hands were already untying the straps of her nightgown. The thin fabric slipped from her shoulders, and as it fell to the floor, her naked skin gleamed in the candlelight. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples hardened; her body trembled with the hunger accumulated from the long separation.
I began unbuttoning my shirt, but she didn't wait. Her hands reached for the buttons of my pants, aggressively pulling them open. My penis sprang out erect, throbbing like a pulse in her palms.
When Rebecca's fingers wrapped around it, she squeezed with a warm and tight grip, sliding up and down to arouse me further. Her eyes were on me, burning like blue flames.
There was no need for words; our desire was a storm beyond language. Instead of pushing me onto the bed, Rebecca suddenly turned her back and pulled me toward the window.
