The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow upon the balcony where she stood. A gentle breeze rustled her long, black hair, causing it to cascade down her bare back like a silken waterfall. Her dark eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, gazed out upon the cityscape before her. She was a stunning Indian woman, her curves thick and voluptuous, her skin a rich shade of caramel. A delicate, golden chain adorned her waist, drawing attention to the curve of her hips and the inviting cleft between her thighs. She was the epitome of a seductress, and she knew it.
He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious form. He had longed for her since the moment they met, and now, finally, she had succumbed to his charms. He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent upon the cool marble floor. She did not turn to face him, but instead continued to gaze out upon the city, her breath slow and steady. He came to stand behind her, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, but did not move away.
He leaned in, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He kissed her softly, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet, fragrant skin. She moaned, her head falling back to rest against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his hands roaming over her soft, bare flesh. She was his now, and he would have her.
He led her inside, to his bedroom, where the curtains were drawn and the candles were lit. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the scent of vanilla and sandalwood filling the air. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. She stood before him, her body trembling with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and across her chest. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her hard, erect nipple. She gasped, her back arching as he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. She responded eagerly, her own tongue meeting his, dancing and twirling in a passionate ballet. He ran his hands over her body, his fingers teasing and caressing her sensitive flesh. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, and to her chest. He took one hard, pink nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She cried out, her back arching as he lavished attention upon her breasts, switching back and forth between them. She was on fire, her body burning with need and desire.
He knelt before her, his hands running down her body, over her hips, and to her thighs. He spread her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hips bucking as he licked and sucked at her swollen clit. She was sweet, like honey and spices, and he could not get enough of her.
He stood, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her to the bed. She lay down, her body spread out before him like a feast. He climbed onto the bed, his body covering hers, his hard cock pressing against her wet, willing pussy. She moaned, her hips rising to meet his, desperate for him to fill her.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding him. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
He increased his pace, driving deeper and harder into her, his balls slapping against her ass. She cried out, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and teasing it in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her hips bucking as she felt the familiar surge of pleasure building within her.
He felt her climax approaching, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He thrust harder, faster, driving her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy flooding with wetness. He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in time with one another. He rolled off of her, his cock slipping from her warm, wet embrace. She sighed, a satisfied smile on her face. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. And as the night wore on, and the candles burned low, they knew that they had found something special, something rare and precious. They had found love, and they would never let it go.
