In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and a thick, voluptuous figure stood before the floor-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She was an Indian beauty, with caramel-colored skin and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her back in thick, luscious waves. She was completely naked, her body on full display. Her curves were generous, her breasts full and heavy, her hips wide and inviting. She was a woman who knew her power, and she reveled in it.
She turned to the side, admiring her profile. Her ass was round and firm, the perfect canvas for a man’s hands. She reached back and gave it a playful slap, eliciting a soft gasp from herself. She couldn’t wait to feel a man’s touch, to feel his hands on her body, exploring every inch of her.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. She turned to answer it, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who was standing on the other side. It was her ex-lover, a tall and handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. She hadn’t seen him in months, not since their messy breakup. But the look in his eyes told her that he was here for one thing and one thing only.
Without a word, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked at her, his gaze sweeping over her body. She could feel the heat of his gaze, and she shivered with anticipation. She knew what was coming next, and she was ready for it.
He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers, and they kissed with a passion that had been building for months. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned with desire. She reached down and stroked him through his pants, feeling him grow harder under her touch.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice husky with need.
“I’ve missed you too,” she replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
He reached down and pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her standing there in nothing but her heels. He took a step back and looked at her, his gaze raking over her body. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he said.
She smiled and took a step towards him, her hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt. She undid them one by one, revealing his muscular chest. She ran her fingers over his skin, feeling the heat of his body. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth.
He reached down and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. He pinched her nipples, and she cried out with pleasure. She reached down and stroked him through his pants, feeling him grow harder under her touch.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you,” he said.
“I want you too,” she replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back. He climbed on top of her and looked down at her, his gaze raking over her body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned with desire.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She reached down and stroked him, feeling him grow harder under her touch. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, urging him to enter her.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky with need.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
He entered her slowly, filling her completely. She moaned with pleasure as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She met his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
He reached down and stroked her clit, and she cried out with pleasure. She was close, so close to the edge. He increased his pace, and she could feel herself spiraling out of control. She cried out as she came, her body shaking with pleasure.
He continued to thrust, chasing his own release. She could feel him growing harder, and she knew he was close. He cried out as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction. They had reconnected, if only for one night.
He pulled out of her and rolled over, his arm draped over her waist. She snuggled up against him, her head resting on his chest. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, and she closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
This was a night she would never forget.
