The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the city. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette framed by the cityscape behind her. She was nude, her black hair cascading down her back in waves. Her curves were lush, her hips and thighs thick and inviting. An Indian beauty, she was a babe in every sense of the word.
He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had been admiring her from afar for weeks, their only interaction a brief encounter at a coffee shop. But something about her had drawn him in, and he found himself unable to stay away.
Slowly, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t hear him, her gaze fixed on the city below. He stood behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder.
She startled, her body tensing at his touch. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. He saw the desire in her gaze, and he knew she felt the same pull he did.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a soft kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft skin.
They broke apart, their breathing heavy. He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. She moaned, her head falling back in pleasure.
He continued his descent, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. He knelt before her, his eyes meeting hers as he spread her legs.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as he explored her folds. He licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her entrance. She was wet, ready for him.
He stood, his cock hard and aching. He guided it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. She moaned, her hips bucking towards him. He slid inside her, her tight heat enveloping him.
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm. He thrust into her, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed gentle circles, feeling her muscles tighten around him. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his release filling her.
They collapsed onto the carpet, their bodies spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. The city lights twinkled outside the window, a silent witness to their passion.
In the quiet of the night, they found each other. And in that moment, they were everything they needed.
