Claudia The Billionaires Temptation

In the quiet, early hours of the morning, a single drop of rain tapped rhythmically on the metal gutter outside Ferdinand's window, the only sound piercing the stillness. His eyes flickered open, the dull ache of his dreams fading into the shadows of his dimly lit room. He stretched, his muscular body arching beneath the soft cotton sheets, and glanced at the clock. Its red digits taunted him, a silent reminder that his day was about to begin.

"Mmm," his wife, Elena, murmured from beside him, her bare shoulder peeking out from the covers. She rolled over, her hand landing on his firm chest. "Is it that time already?" Her voice was sleep-heavy, a gentle caress in the predawn air.

Ferdinand wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. "Just a few more minutes," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He inhaled her scent, a warm, sweet fragrance that filled him with comfort.

Elena giggled softly, snuggling into his embrace. "You know what I want," she teased, her hand sliding down his torso to rest on his growing arousal.

He groaned, his eyes closing again. "And what's that?"

"To feel you inside me," she whispered, her breath tickling his neck. "It's been too long."

Ferdinand's body responded to her words, his heart rate quickening. He rolled over, his gaze locking onto hers. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable, a silent plea that sent a jolt of lust through him.

With a smoldering look, he reached over and slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, revealing her full, round breasts. He leaned in, capturing one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth, savoring the taste of her skin. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, as he kissed his way down her body. The rain outside grew heavier, its rhythm mirroring the beating of his heart.

Her thighs parted eagerly for him, and he traced the delicate line of her inner thigh with his thumb. He felt the heat of her, the dampness of her arousal. His mouth watered as he hovered over her vagina, taking in her scent, intoxicating and rich.

"Please, Ferdinand," she begged, her voice a siren's call.

With a growl of need, he claimed her, his tongue delving into her wetness. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. The storm outside grew in intensity, a perfect backdrop to the tempest building between their bodies.

Their love was a dance of passion, a silent symphony of touches and gasps. As the lightning flashed, their union grew more fervent, each stroke and caress a declaration of the fiery bond that united them. They were lost in the moment, the world outside forgotten.

The first light of dawn began to creep through the blinds, painting stripes of light across their tangled limbs. Ferdinand's hand slid up her body, his thumb circling her clit in time with his tongue's caress. Elena's breathing grew ragged, her body tightening around him.

"Oh, Ferdinand," she gasped, her voice a crescendo of pleasure. "I'm close."

He didn't stop, didn't slow, driving her to the brink. When she came, it was with a cry that melded with the thunder's roar. Her body convulsed, and he felt her release flood over his mouth. He pulled back, watching her face contort with ecstasy, feeling her pulse race beneath his fingertips.

Elena's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with a dazed smile. "I've missed this," she said, her voice filled with adoration.

Ferdinand kissed his way back up her body, his cock standing at full attention. "And I've missed you," he murmured, positioning himself at her entrance.