Into the Frame

Pedro's eyes locked onto Esme the moment she stepped into the house, the soft glow of the evening lights accentuating her features. He had been waiting for her, his mind replaying the events of the day, and the excitement that came with the Vogue interview. As she entered, he set his drink down and walked towards her, his movements deliberate and sensual. Esme, still lost in thought, didn't notice the intensity in his gaze until he was right in front of her. She looked up, and their eyes met in a spark of electricity. Pedro's hands reached out, gently grasping her hips, pulling her close. "Hey," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Esme's response was a soft smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Without another word, Pedro leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle caress. Esme's mouth parted, and their kiss deepened, the tension between them building. Pedro's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, and her back. Esme's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she melted into his touch. The room around them dissolved, leaving only the sensation of their lips, their skin, and their ragged breathing. Pedro's hands slipped under her dress, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. Esme's gasp was muffled by his mouth, but her body arched into his touch, her hips tilting upwards. Pedro's control began to slip, his desire for her overwhelming. He spun her around, pressing her against the counter as he trailed kisses down her neck. Esme's head fell back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Pedro's hands continued their exploration, slipping under her dress, his fingers delving into her heat. Esme's response was immediate, her body trembling, her breathing rapid. She grabbed his wrist, her fingers wrapping around it as she guided him. "Inside me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. The command sent a shiver down Pedro's spine. He ripped off his shirt, the fabric tearing as he yanked it over his head. Esme's eyes locked onto his chest, her gaze drinking in the sight of his muscles, his skin. Pedro's hands returned to her hips, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties before slipping under the fabric. The touch sent Esme over the edge. She came, her body shuddering, her voice lost in a silent scream. Pedro watched, transfixed, as she rode the wave of pleasure. When she finally stilled, he lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. Pedro unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. Esme's eyes met his, her gaze burning with desire. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him into her. Pedro's control shattered, and he plunged into her, his body merging with hers. Their lovemaking was a storm, a clash of bodies, and a meeting of souls. Each thrust, each movement, each kiss was a declaration of their passion, their love. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sensation of their bodies, their hearts beating as one. Time lost all meaning as they moved together, their pleasure building, their love growing with each passing moment. They were two dominant forces, crashing into each other, creating a maelstrom of desire and love. Finally, they stilled, their bodies trembling, their chests heaving. Esme's eyes met Pedro's, her gaze shining with tears, with love. Pedro's response was a soft smile, his fingers tracing the curves of her face. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Esme's response was a whispered reply, her voice husky with emotion. "I love you too."