In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood facing away from the door. Her back was to the entrance, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of candles scattered around the space. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the candlelight. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her round, firm buttocks. She was an Indian beauty, a babe in every sense of the word.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He had craved her, desired her, needed her with every fiber of his being. And now, here she was, in all her glory, inviting him in with her seductive stance.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As he approached her, he reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, goosebumps rising on her skin. He moved closer, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding the shell of her ear.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She turned her head, her dark eyes meeting his. A small smile played on her lips as she reached behind her, her hand finding his hip, pulling him closer.
“I know,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. She tasted of sweet wine and sin, a heady combination that had him dizzy with need. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his growing erection.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her hands reaching behind her, grasping at his ass. He smiled against her skin, his fingers finding her nipples, pinching and twisting them. She gasped, her body trembling beneath his touch.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. He suckled at her breasts, his hands roaming her body, caressing her curves.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her belly button, his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued his journey down her body. His lips found the apex of her thighs, his tongue darting out to taste her wetness.
She moaned, her hands gripping his hair as he feasted on her. He explored her folds with his tongue, tasting her sweetness, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her warmth, her slickness. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He continued his assault, his tongue and finger working in unison, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She cried out, her body trembling as she came undone, her juices flowing freely.
He stood, his lips finding hers once more. She could taste herself on his lips, a heady reminder of her pleasure. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe.
“I need you,” he whispered, his voice husky with need.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. A small smile played on her lips as she reached down, her hand wrapping around his hard cock.
“I’m all yours,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr.
He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.
He looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers. A small smile played on her lips as she nodded, giving him the go-ahead.
He entered her slowly, her warmth enveloping him, her slickness guiding him in. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he filled her. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm.
She met his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his, her nails digging into his shoulders. He leaned down, his lips finding hers, their tongues dancing in a passionate embrace.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe.
“Harder,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He obliged, his hips thrusting harder, faster. She moaned, her body trembling beneath him. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her pleasure building once more.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed small circles, his fingers working in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her body trembling as she came undone once more, her juices flowing freely around his cock.
He continued to thrust, his pleasure building, his climax nearing. He could feel it building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing.
He cried out, his body trembling as he came, his juices filling her. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she felt him fill her.
He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. The candles flickered, casting shadows on the walls, a reminder of the passion they had shared.
And as they lay there, their bodies sated, their hearts beating in sync, they knew that this was just the beginning of their story. A story of passion, pleasure, and a love that would last a lifetime.
