Starlit Passion

In the heart of Paris, under the soft glow of the Eiffel Tower, Loke and Lucy first met at a cozy wine bar. Loke, a tall and handsome ginger, was nursing a glass of Bordeaux, his eyes scanning the room. Lucy, a stunning blonde with warm brown eyes, was seated at the bar, sipping a chardonnay. Their eyes met, and an electric charge passed between them.

"Is this seat taken?" Loke asked, gesturing to the empty stool next to her.

Lucy smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Not anymore."

They spent the evening engrossed in conversation, their laughter filling the air. Loke regaled her with tales of his travels, and Lucy shared her dreams of opening her own art gallery. The chemistry between them was palpable.

"I'd love to see your art some time," Loke said, his voice a low rumble.

"I'd like that," Lucy replied, her voice soft. "And I'd like to see you again."

Their first date led to many more, each one more intimate than the last. One evening, Loke invited Lucy to his apartment. The skies were clear, and the stars twinkled through the open balcony doors. A bottle of his finest wine was left to breathe on the nightstand.

Lucy, her hair cascading in golden waves down her back, turned to face him. "It's beautiful here, Loke," she whispered.

Loke moved closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "Not as beautiful as you," he murmured, his hands reaching up to cup her face. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring and teasing.

He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands gliding over her curves. Lucy's breath hitched as his lips found her nipple, licking and sucking through the thin fabric of her dress. Her hands fumbled with his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.

Loke captured her mouth again, his hands roaming her body. He lifted her dress over her head, leaving her in a delicate lace bra and thong. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on her curves. "You're exquisite," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

They made their way to the bed, a king-sized canopy bed with a view of the night sky. Loke laid Lucy down gently, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her. Lucy moaned softly, her body arching to meet his touch.

He trailed his lips down her body, his tongue flicking over her navel. Lucy's breath came in ragged gasps as he hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling it off. He tossed it aside and settled between her legs, his mouth finding her wet center.

Lucy cried out, her hands fisting in his hair. "Loke... yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.

Loke teased her clit with his tongue, his fingers sliding in and out of her. Lucy's moans grew louder, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm. He brought her to the edge and held her there, his tongue and fingers relentless.

"Loke... I'm going to... oh God, yes!" Lucy screamed as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Loke kissed her inner thighs, his mouth moving up her body. He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips. Lucy reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle.

Loke helped her, quickly shedding his clothes. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He looked into her eyes as he slowly pushed into her, their moans mingling in the night.

"You feel so good," Loke groaned, his face buried in her golden hair.

Lucy wrapped her legs around him, her hands gripping his ass. "Deeper," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "Give me all of you."

Loke obliged, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Lucy's moans filled the room, her nails digging into his skin. "Harder," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

Loke quickened his pace, his cock slamming into her. The bed creaked in rhythm with their movements, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room.

"Yes, yes, just like that," Lucy moaned, her body meeting his thrust for thrust.

Loke leaned back, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. Lucy's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared another orgasm.

"I'm close," she panted, her voice barely audible over their ragged breaths.

Loke's grip on her hips tightened, his cock throbbing inside her. "Come with me, Lucy," he growled, his voice a low rumble.

They came together, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Loke collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off her, pulling her into his arms.

"That was... incredible," Lucy whispered, her voice breathless.

Loke kissed the top of her head, his fingers playing with her hair. "Just the beginning," he murmured, his voice a soft promise.

They spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room. The stars above watched over them, bearing witness to their passion.