In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door, the soft light from the window casting a warm glow on her bare skin. She was a vision of beauty, with her raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders and her voluptuous figure on full display. Her dark eyes were focused on the cityscape outside, the hustle and bustle of the world below a stark contrast to the stillness of the room.
He watched her from the doorway, his gaze taking in every inch of her naked form. He had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of her beauty and the mystery that surrounded her. He knew that she was of Indian descent, but beyond that, he knew very little about her. And that was just the way she liked it.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. He stopped when he was close enough to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t. Not yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to memorize every detail of her body before he claimed it as his own.
She must have sensed his presence, because she turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she reached out and traced a finger down his chest.
“You came,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
He nodded, unable to find his voice. He had come, alright. He was hard and ready, eager to bury himself inside of her.
But first, he wanted to taste her. To feel her wet and ready for him. He knelt down in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers. He placed a hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, could smell the musky scent of her arousal.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he made his way higher, his tongue tracing a path up her leg.
When he reached her center, he found her already slick with desire. He groaned, his cock twitching at the sight of her glistening folds. He couldn’t resist any longer. He plunged his tongue inside of her, tasting her sweetness.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his face as he feasted on her. He sucked and licked, his fingers joining in to tease her clit. She was close, he could feel it. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair as she came. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure from her.
When she was spent, he stood up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moaned, her hands reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He nodded, his control snapping as he tore off his clothes. He needed her, needed to be inside of her.
She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide in invitation. He climbed on top of her, his cock finding her entrance easily. He pushed inside of her, her warmth enveloping him.
He started to move, his hips thrusting as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her.
He could feel his own orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling in his balls. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.
She came again, her orgasm triggering his own. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off of her, his arm pulling her close.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice sleepy.
He nodded, his eyes already closing as he drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of her embrace.
And in the shadows, the whispers of the city below faded away, replaced by the soft sounds of their breathing and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.
