In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. The soft hum of the air conditioning unit was the only sound that filled the space, punctuated by the occasional clinking of ice against the side of her glass. She was a vision of beauty, with her toned, caramel-colored skin and the curves of her body that could only be described as voluptuous. Her thick, Indian heritage was on full display, and she knew it. She was a babe, and she reveled in the power it gave her.
As she stood there, she could feel the eyes of the man behind her, drinking in her form. He had been pursuing her for weeks, and she had finally agreed to meet him in this private setting. She had made him wait, building the anticipation, and now she could sense his desire, burning like a flame.
She took a sip of her drink, savoring the taste of the aged scotch on her tongue. She knew what he wanted, and she was ready to give it to him. Slowly, she turned to face him, her dark eyes locked onto his. She could see the hunger in his gaze, and it only served to fuel her own desires.
Without a word, she set her glass down on the table and moved closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she reveled in it. As she reached him, she placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her fingers.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
“I know,” she replied, her own voice a whisper. “And I’m ready for you now.”
With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was electric, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and sending waves of pleasure through her.
She could feel his growing arousal against her, and she reached down to touch him. He was hard, and she reveled in the feeling of him against her hand. She stroked him gently, teasing him as she broke the kiss.
“Not yet,” she said, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “First, I want to taste you.”
With that, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she sucked him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She could feel him getting closer, and she quickened her pace, wanting to taste his release.
Finally, with a shout, he came. She drank him down, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. As he caught his breath, she stood and looked at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Now, it’s my turn,” she said, her voice sultry.
She led him to the bed, pushing him down onto the soft mattress. She climbed on top of him, straddling him as she reached down to touch herself. She was wet, and she moaned as she rubbed her fingers over her clit.
He reached up to touch her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body as she continued to touch herself. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him again.
As they kissed, she guided him inside her. He filled her, and she moaned in pleasure as she began to ride him. He thrust up into her, meeting her movements as they moved together.
Their lovemaking was passionate, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself. She could feel herself getting closer, and she quickened her pace, wanting to reach that peak of pleasure.
With a cry, she came, her body shuddering in release. He followed her, his own release triggered by the feel of her around him.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, she knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more nights like this, more passion and pleasure.
And she couldn’t wait.
