Radhika, an Indian woman of 25 years, stood before the large window of her penthouse apartment. The city lights danced in her dark, almond-shaped eyes as she ran a hand through her thick, black hair. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the moonlight.
Behind her, Aryan, her lover of several months, admired the view. He approached her, his own body just as bare. His hands rested on her hips, pulling her close.
“You are beautiful, Radhika,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
She shivered, despite the warmth of the room. “And you, Aryan, are insatiable.”
He chuckled, nipping at her earlobe. “Only for you.”
His hands trailed up her sides, cupping her breasts. He teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Radhika leaned back against him, her breath hitching as his lips found her neck.
“I want you, Aryan,” she moaned, her hips grinding against his.
He growled, his hands leaving her breasts to trace a path down her stomach. He found her wet, ready for him. His fingers slid inside her, causing her to gasp.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes,” she hissed, pushing back against his hand.
He continued to pleasure her, his fingers moving in and out of her wetness. His other hand snaked around to her clit, rubbing slow circles. Radhika’s legs trembled, her orgasm building.
“Aryan,” she cried out, her voice rising.
He quickened his pace, pushing her over the edge. Radhika’s knees buckled as she came, her moans filling the room.
Aryan withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving Radhika’s.
“Delicious,” he purred.
He spun her around, lifting her up. Radhika wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He pressed her against the window, his cock teasing her entrance.
“I want you inside me, Aryan,” she begged.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. Radhika’s head fell back, her eyes closed as she savored the feeling.
Aryan began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. Radhika met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the city below. Aryan’s hands gripped Radhika’s hips, pulling her closer.
“Yes, Aryan,” Radhika cried out, her orgasm building again.
Aryan’s thrusts became more urgent, his own release close. Radhika’s nails dug into his shoulders as she came again, her moans echoing through the room.
Aryan followed, his seed filling Radhika. He rested his forehead against hers, their panting breaths mingling.
“I love you, Radhika,” he whispered.
Radhika smiled, her fingers tracing his jawline. “And I love you, Aryan.”
They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the city lights their only witness.
