So, This Is What Turns You On

In the soft, warm glow of our bedroom, I stood before him, my heart pounding in anticipation. My hair, now a rich shade of brown, cascaded down my shoulders, framing my face in a way that made me feel more alluring than ever. I had chosen this change, hoping it would reignite the spark that had been fading in our relationship.

His eyes, filled with a hunger I hadn't seen in a long time, roamed over my body, taking in the sight of me in my new, sexy lingerie. The way he looked at me made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. I could see the effect I was having on him, and it filled me with a sense of power and confidence.

"You look stunning," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. I could see the outline of his arousal through his pants, and it sent a thrill through me. I had been yearning for this, for him to look at me with such longing and need.

I walked towards him, my hips swaying seductively. I could feel his eyes on me, devouring every inch of my body. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw before I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands found their way to my hair, tangling in the soft strands as he pulled me closer.

I could feel the heat building between us, the desire that had been dormant for so long now burning bright and fierce. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I could see the same need mirrored in his eyes.

"I want you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He responded by pulling me into another searing kiss, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and dip. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, my body aching for him.

He guided me towards the bed, his hands never leaving my body. He laid me down gently, and I could see the desire in his gaze, the need to possess me, to make me his. I reached out, my hands fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular chest. I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the heat radiating from his body. He leaned down, his lips finding mine in another passionate kiss. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I moaned into the kiss, my body arching towards him.

He pulled back, his hands moving to my lingerie. He slipped it off, and I could see the appreciation in his gaze, the way he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I felt a surge of confidence, my body responding to his touch, his gaze.

He positioned himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against my entrance. He looked into my eyes, asking for permission, for consent. I nodded, aching for him.

He entered me slowly, his hardness filling me completely. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. I could feel every inch of him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me. I could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in my stomach. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. I could feel the pleasure building, my body trembling on the edge of release.

He reached down, his fingers finding my sensitive nub. He began to rub, his movements in sync with his thrusts, making me more desperate with each passing second.

And then, with a final deep thrust, I felt myself tumbling over the edge, my body convulsing in pleasure. He soon followed me, his body shuddering as he found his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

In that moment, I knew that this was what turned him on.