In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven black hair stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the city’s glow. She was a vision of beauty, her Indian heritage evident in her caramel skin and the gentle curves that accented her form. Her long, thick hair cascaded down her back, inviting a man’s touch.
He approached her from behind, his body lean and toned, a stark contrast to her lush figure. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close, his lips finding the curve of her neck. She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his proximity.
“You are stunning,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her softness. His fingers danced along the edge of her silk robe, teasing the skin beneath.
She turned in his embrace, her dark eyes meeting his. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice husky with desire. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, stirring his desire.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting. She met his kiss with equal passion, her body melting against his.
Their hands roamed, caressing and teasing. His fingers found the tie of her robe, untying it with a swift motion. It fell away, revealing her naked body beneath. She was a goddess, her curves full and inviting.
He kissed a trail down her neck, his lips finding her erect nipples. He teased them with his tongue, causing her to gasp with pleasure. His hand found her wetness, his fingers sliding into her easily. She moaned, her body arching into his touch.
He knelt before her, his mouth finding her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers still inside her. She moaned louder, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her orgasm building.
With a final flick of his tongue, she came undone. Her moans filled the room, her body shaking with the force of her release. He stood, his cock hard and ready.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice breathless. He didn’t need to be told twice.
He entered her, their bodies meeting with a slap. She gasped, her nails digging into his back. He started slow, his pace increasing as she met him thrust for thrust.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the city below. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building again. With a final thrust, she came undone, her moans echoing in his ears.
He followed soon after, his release filling her. They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent and sated.
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their desire never waning. It was a night of passion and pleasure, a night they would not soon forget.
