Altea B stood in front of the mirror, admiring her naked body. Her skin glowed with a sheen of anticipation as she ran her hands over her curves, feeling the heat building between her thighs. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a lover's hands on her skin, teasing and caressing every inch of her.

Her fingers trailed down to her throbbing core, already slick with desire. She slid them between her folds, feeling the wetness coat her digits. A low moan escaped her lips as she began to circle her clit, the pleasure sending shivers down her spine.

Just then, she heard a soft knock on the door. Without hesitation, she called out, "Come in."

The door opened slowly, revealing a figure standing in the doorway. It was a man with dark eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul. He stepped closer, his presence filling the room with a magnetic energy.

Altea B's heart raced as he approached her, his hands reaching out to cup her face. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing in a primal rhythm. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down, worshipping her body with his touch.

Their bodies moved in sync, a symphony of passion and desire. He entered her slowly, filling her to the brim as she gasped in ecstasy. Their lovemaking was fierce and intense, each thrust driving them closer to the edge of oblivion.

As they reached the peak of pleasure, Altea B arched her back, crying out in release as he followed suit, their bodies trembling with the force of their climax.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined in a tangle of limbs, savoring the lingering echoes of their shared passion.