In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her curves bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns. The woman was thick, her hips flaring out from her narrow waist, her ass round and supple. She was an Indian babe, a goddess from the East, her beauty as exotic as it was enchanting.
She was waiting, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was there, could feel his gaze on her. She swayed her hips gently, a silent invitation. She heard the door creak open, the sound echoing in the room. He was there, her lover, her heart’s desire.
He approached her, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor. He traced a finger down her spine, causing her to shiver. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned back into him, her ass pressing against his growing arousal.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands caressing her soft skin. His lips found her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. His hands moved up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hard nipples.
She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder. His lips found hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She met his kiss with equal passion, their tongues dancing together. His hands moved down, over her stomach, to the apex of her thighs.
He found her wet, her desire coating her lips. He slipped a finger inside her, causing her to gasp. He moved it in and out, her moans growing louder. He added a second finger, stretching her. She was ready, ready for him.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. He paused, teasing her. She pushed back, taking him inside her. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep.
She moaned, her head falling forward. His pace increased, his thrusts harder. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. He reached around, finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, causing her to scream.
She came, her body shaking. He followed her, his seed filling her. They stood there, panting, their bodies entwined. He pulled out, his seed dripping down her thighs. He turned her around, his lips finding hers.
They stood there, kissing, their bodies spent. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing. They broke apart, their eyes meeting. He smiled, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled, her hand covering his. “I love you too.”
They stood there, in the dim light, their bodies entwined. Their love, as deep as it was passionate, was their greatest treasure. And in that moment, they were content, their hearts full.
