In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, her raven black hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She was completely nude, her curves on full display. Her voluptuous figure, thick and luscious, was a testament to her Indian heritage. She ran her fingers over her hips, down her thighs, and back up again, a small smile playing on her lips.
A soft knock on the door broke the silence. “Are you ready, my love?” a deep, velvety voice asked.
“Yes, come in,” she replied, her voice husky with anticipation.
The door opened, and a man entered. He was tall, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. He took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her curves, and a hungry look crossed his face. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.
“You are breathtaking,” he whispered in her ear.
She turned in his arms, meeting his gaze, and running her fingers through his hair. “And you are quite handsome yourself,” she replied, a playful smile on her lips.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, supple skin. She responded in kind, her own hands wandering over his muscled chest and down his abs.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe, and making her gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her body closer to his, and running her fingers down his back.
He reached down, cupping her ass in his hands, and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He trailed kisses down her body, stopping at her breasts to tease her nipples with his tongue. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He continued his journey down her body, stopping at her navel to circle it with his tongue. She squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He reached her thighs, spreading them apart, and burying his face between them.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed, as his tongue explored her most intimate places. He teased her clit, sucking and nibbling, until she was trembling with pleasure. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her slick heat, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She was panting now, her breath hot and heavy against his ear. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her orgasm building.
He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He continued to work her, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and sated beneath him.
He kissed his way back up her body, settling between her legs. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, as he began to move. He set a steady rhythm, his hips moving in time with hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
He reached down, teasing her clit with his fingers, as he continued to thrust into her. She moaned, her head thrown back, as her orgasm built again. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her nails digging into his shoulders, as she came apart beneath him.
He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, as their breathing slowed. He rolled off of her, pulling her close, and kissing her forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice soft and sleepy.
They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other. The end.
