In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the black hair cascading down her back. The curves of her thick body were accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight, her Indian heritage evident in the caramel tone of her skin. She was nude, her body on full display, yet she seemed lost in thought, unaware of the allure she possessed.
He watched her from the corner of the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had desired her from the moment they met, her strength and independence drawing him in. He had waited patiently, biding his time until she was ready. And now, here they were, alone in the quiet of the night.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped when he was close enough to reach out and touch her, his hand hovering just above her shoulder. He could see the goosebumps rise on her skin, a silent invitation for him to continue.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his words. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. He could see the desire in her gaze, the longing for something more.
He kissed her then, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and memorizing every inch of her. She responded in kind, her own hands exploring his body with a fervor that matched his own.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. He could feel her body pressed against his, her breasts flush against his chest. His hands found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck and across her collarbone. He licked and nibbled at her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. She gasped as his mouth found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. He sucked and bit at her gently, his hands cupping her breasts and holding her in place.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache growing with every touch. She wanted him, needed him inside her.
He must have sensed her need, for he moved lower, his lips finding her navel. He teased her with his tongue, dipping it into her belly button and swirling it around. She giggled, her body shaking with laughter. He looked up at her, a mischievous grin on his face.
He continued his descent, his lips finding the soft curls of her pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, giving him permission to continue.
He parted her lips with his fingers, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned as he licked her clit, her body trembling with pleasure. He sucked and bit at her gently, his fingers finding her entrance. He teased her, sliding a finger inside her and then pulling it out. She whimpered, her body begging for more.
He gave her what she wanted, his fingers sliding inside her as his tongue continued to work her clit. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her body on the brink of release. He curled his fingers, finding the spot that would send her over the edge.
She screamed as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. She collapsed against him, her body spent and sated.
He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, his cock straining to be inside her.
He slid inside her, his cock filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
He could feel her walls tightening around him, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she approached another orgasm. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her gently, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.
She came again, her body trembling with pleasure. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. He kissed her softly, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, lingering kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered, his words spoken in the shadow of the night.
She smiled, her eyes meeting his. “I love you too,” she replied, her words filled with a promise of things to come.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies spent and content. The night may have been over, but their love was just beginning.
