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In the sultry dimness of her boudoir, Shakira thrummed with anticipation. Her lush, caramel-skinned curves were draped in a satin robe the color of molten lava, its tie loose and exposing the swell of her ample bust. She reclined languidly on the plush bed, fingers lazily tracing the tantalizing lines of her body as she savored the sweet moments before her lover’s arrival.

With a soft tap at the door, her guest entered – a statuesque beauty with sultry eyes and a wicked grin playing on full, pouty lips. Inaria glided across the room like a lioness stalking her prey, her curvaceous form sheathed in a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination. Shakira’s breath quickened as she watched Inaria approach, heat pooling low in her belly.

“Mmm, ready for your treat, darling?” Inaria purred, crawling onto the bed, her ample assets bouncing with each fluid movement. Shakira could only nod dumbly, desire-clouded eyes fixed on her lover’s tantalizing form.

Inaria’s lips found Shakira’s neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh as her fingertips danced over Shakira’s sides. Shakira arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping as Inaria’s tongue flicked against her racing pulse. Deft fingers tugged at the tie of Shakira’s robe, sending the garment slipping off weakened shoulders to pool around her torso.

Shakira’s body was a work of art – lush curves met in all the right places, her skin glistening like honey under the low light. Inaria couldn’t resist the temptation to taste, lips trailing a wet path down the center of Shakira’s body, sampling her salty-sweet flesh. She stopped lingering at the swell of Shakira’s breasts, laving attention on the sensitive peaks until they strained towards her touch, seeking more.

Shakira writhed beneath her lover’s ministrations, head tossing restlessly against the pillows, lost in sensation. “Please…” she whimpered, back arching off the bed as Inaria’s teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot. It was both torture and ecstasy.

A wicked chuckle, hot breath against tender skin. “Patience, my love. I’m going to take such good care of you,” Inaria whispered, pressing Shakira back into the mattress with a tender hand to her heaving chest. With her other hand, Inaria traced the dripping seam of Shakira’s sex, gathering the slick evidence of her arousal.

Shakira keened, hips bucking as her lover’s touch sent electricity zinging through her nerves. Inaria pressed two fingers deep, crooking them just so against that secret spot that made Shakira see stars. Slowly, almost torturously, Inaria began to pump her digits, twisting and curling to slide against that spot over and over, edging Shakira closer to the edge.

“Mmm, you’re so wet for me already,” Inaria purred, stroking that velvet heat. “I can feel you throbbing around my fingers. You want more, don’t you baby?”

Shakira could only whine in response, shamelessly grinding her hips into Inaria’s touch, chasing more of that delicious friction. Inaria obliged, adding a third finger and picking up the pace, fucking into Shakira’s needy channel with practiced precision. Leaning down, Inaria captured one rosy peak between her lips, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud with her tongue.

The dual sensations were almost more than Shakira could handle. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, teetering on the precipice of oblivion as Inaria worked her body in tandem to drive her wild with pleasure. She tangled one hand in Inaria’s dark hair, holding her lover to her breast, while the other gripped the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.

“Fuck, Inaria, I…” Shakira’s words dissolved into a keening cry as her climax crashed over her, wave after wave. Inaria’s fingers continued to pump, drawing out her orgasm as Shakira shuddered and quaked.

As the last tremors subsided, Shakira went limp against the bed, a satisfied smile on her kiss-bruised lips. “That was…incredible,” she panted, reaching up to pull Inaria down for a lazy kiss. “Your turn, love.”

Shakira rolled them until she was poised above her lover, eyes dark with promise. She repaid Inaria’s ministrations with double the interest, using fingers, tongue, and lips to worship every inch of her lover’s body. Over and over, she brought Inaria to the brink only to back off, refusing to let her fall over the edge until she was sobbing pleas and promises. Finally, when Inaria was writhing, a desperate plea on her lips, Shakira granted her mercy.

Tongue darting out to circle her lover’s throbbing clit, Shakira sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves between her lips and thrust two fingers deep in one smooth motion. Inaria’s spine arched off the bed as she was shoved brutally over the edge, a hoarse scream tearing from her throat as she came undone. Shakira worked diligently, fingers scissoring, tongue flicking and stroking, drawing Inaria’s pleasure on and on until she was a quivering wreck, reduced to incoherent mewling.

Shakira climbed her lover’s body, aligning their lips in a sweet, sensual kiss as she grew still. “I love you,” she whispered against swollen lips, tangling their fingers together above Inaria’s head. Tenderly, she kissed Inaria until the harsh burr of her breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered open.

“And I love you,” Inaria replied, offering her a lazy grin, the heat of their passion banked but still burning between them. She pulled Shakira down for another long, languid kiss before nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Shakira wrapped her lover close, laying a tender kiss to her forehead as she felt Inaria’s breathing even out, succumbing to the peaceful tide of sleep. As her own eyes drifted shut, she gave silent thanks to the powers above for the incredible woman in her arms and the passion they shared so freely.