Vincent's eyes adjusted to the opulence of the luxurious skyscraper, the sunlight streaming through sheer curtains and casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The walls were adorned with exquisite art, each piece a testament to refined taste and elegance. Plush furniture filled the space, inviting and comfortable, while a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, its facets catching the light and scattering it in a dazzling display. The king-sized bed, draped in rich, soft fabrics, seemed to beckon him to linger, promising comfort and indulgence.
As Vincent took in his surroundings, memories began to flood his mind like a rushing river, fragments of a life that wasn't his—glimpses of extravagant parties, high-stakes business deals, and intimate encounters. The sheer amount of information overloading his brain made him wince in pain. The soft sound of his discomfort stirred the woman beside him, her eyes blinking open to reveal stunning blue orbs that locked onto Vincent's dark gaze.
Her hair, a cascade of golden strands, reflected the sunlight, making her look even more beautiful. A small smile played on her lips as she noticed his naked torso, her eyes tracing the contours of his muscled form. "Morning, dear," she purred, stretching like a cat, the sheet sliding down to reveal her ample breasts. She looked at him like a cat seeing fish. She licked her lips while tracing a finger down his chest.
Vincent felt a surge of desire, a primal instinct that overrode the confusion of waking up in a stranger's body. Despite not knowing who this woman was, where he was, or even who he was, his body responded to her with an intensity that was undeniable. He pulled her naked body towards his chest, lowering his head and locking his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.
She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his muscled back, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough of him. The passion between them ignited, a fire that burned hot and bright, consuming them both. Vincent found himself lost in the intensity of the moment, the world outside their embrace fading into insignificance.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned back, allowing her the freedom to explore. She took the opportunity with fervor, her delicate hands wrapping around his hardening length. Her tongue darted out, tracing a teasing path along the underside of his shaft, each lick sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that made him groan.
Her soft, warm mouth engulfed him, her lips sliding up and down with a hunger that matched his own rising desire. She worshipped his length with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his ballsack, then his long cock, and finally the sensitive head before taking him deep. Vincent's control wavered under the exquisite torment, his hips bucking involuntarily as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
Her eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gazed up at him with a wanton need that spurred him on. He lost himself in the raw, carnal act, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. She gagged slightly, the sound mingling with his own low groans of pleasure. When he could no longer hold back, he surrendered to the intensity of the moment, his release flooding her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she drank him in, her body shuddering with the intimacy of the act.
He flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His other hand explored her body, cupping her breast, his thumb circling her hardening nipple. She arched her back, pressing against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"You're so eager," Vincent growled, his cock hardening against her thigh.
"Eager for you, dear" she breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He released her wrists, and his hands began a slow, teasing descent down her body. His fingertips traced the curve of her hips, sending shivers across her skin. He continued his exploration, his touch light and teasing as he approached the apex of her thighs.
Her breath hitched in anticipation as he brushed the soft hair at the junction of her legs. He took his time, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, inching closer to her core with each pass. She squirmed under his touch, her hips involuntarily lifting, seeking the contact she craved.
Finally, he allowed his fingers to delve between her folds, finding her slick with arousal. He circled her entrance teasingly, spreading her wetness around before slowly pushing one finger inside her. She gasped at the intrusion, her walls clenching tightly around him. He moved his finger in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke stoking the fire within her.
As her body adjusted to his presence, he added a second finger, filling her even more. She moaned, her back arching off the bed as he began to thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her hips moved in sync with his hand, her body chasing the pleasure that was building with each skillful stroke.
He maintained a steady pace, his fingers expertly working her towards the edge. Her breaths came in short, sharp pants, her body tense with the need for release. He could feel her muscles fluttering around his fingers, a clear sign that her climax was imminent.
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, he slowed his movements, drawing out her pleasure and keeping her on the precipice. She whimpered in frustration, her body desperate for the release it had been teased with. He turned her over suddenly causing her to gasp. He gave her plump parted lips a deep short kiss before bringing his other hand to her neck, stroking it gently before slowly tightening his grip, keeping her from moving.