In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. Her long, thick, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a beautiful waterfall of darkness. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the soft light. Her curves were generous, her hips wide and her ass full and round. She was an Indian babe, a goddess in her own right.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He had been seducing her, slowly but surely, for weeks. He had started with simple glances, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary. Then he moved on to small touches, a hand on her arm, a brush against her hip. He had whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he desired her.
And now, here she was, standing in front of him, waiting for him.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder, down her arm, and finally resting on her hip.
She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down for a kiss.
Their lips met in a passionate dance, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She arched her back, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. He moved lower, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of her body.
He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode the wave of pleasure. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her stomach, stopping only when he reached the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. She nodded, giving him permission to continue.
He spread her legs wider, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was wet, her juices coating his tongue. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in to tease her clit. She was moaning loudly now, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He could feel her getting closer, her moans getting louder and more frantic. He slid a finger inside her, crooking it to hit her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He guided it to her entrance, pushing inside her slowly. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him. He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with her own. He reached up, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, her moans getting louder.
They came together, their orgasms crashing over them like a wave. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her. They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies intertwined.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slowly coming down from the high. He rolled off her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.
They didn’t need words. They had said everything they needed to say with their bodies. They had made love, and it had been perfect.
The end.
