In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the cityscape beyond. She was nude, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the interior lights. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing the top of her round, firm buttocks. An Indian babe, exotic and irresistible.
He watched her from the shadows, his gaze caressing her form. He had desired her from the moment they met, her allure too potent to resist. Tonight, he would have her.
Slowly, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge his presence. But he knew she was aware of him, could feel his gaze on her. He stopped when he was close enough to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t. Not yet.
First, he wanted to taste her, to savor her. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
She shivered, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She leaned into him, her ass pressing against his growing erection.
He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding between her thighs, the other cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, while his other hand found her clit, already swollen with desire.
She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes,” she breathed, “touch me.”
He obliged, his fingers sliding through her wet folds, teasing her clit. He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. She arched against him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He spun her around, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. She met his tongue with hers, their moans mingling as they tasted each other. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down, his body covering hers. His cock pressed against her entrance, teasing her. She writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his. “Please,” she begged, “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t make her wait. He entered her in one swift thrust, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers as he drove into her.
She met him thrust for thrust, their moans filling the room. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed circles around it, his touch sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He wasn’t far behind. With a few more thrusts, he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowing as they came down from their high. He rolled off her, pulling her close.
“That was…” she began, but words failed her.
“Incredible,” he finished for her.
And it was. It was more than he had ever imagined. And he couldn’t wait to do it again.
