The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pinks, oranges, and purples as it sank behind the towering peaks of the Himalayas. High above, the first stars began to twinkle in the rapidly darkening sky. Nestled among the trees, a small stone hut stood, swathed in the shadows of the encroaching night. Inside, a woman moved, her curves illuminated by the flickering light of a single candle. She was a vision of beauty, with a cascade of dark curls that tumbled down her back, framing a heart-shaped face and deep brown eyes. Her skin was a rich, golden hue, glowing in the soft light, and her form was lush and voluptuous, with generous curves in all the right places. Her ass was a thing of legend, round and firm and generous, a sight that could make any man’s heart race.
She moved with grace and sensuality, her body swaying gently to an unheard rhythm as she prepared for her lover’s arrival. She knew he would be here soon, and her body thrummed with anticipation, her senses heightened, her skin tingling with awareness. She could feel his eyes on her, even now, and she smiled to herself, a secret little smile that spoke of the passion and pleasure they would share tonight.
As if on cue, there was a soft knock at the door, and she turned, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. He was a handsome man, with chiseled features and deep brown skin, his hair a mass of dark curls that fell to his shoulders. He was dressed in the traditional garb of his people, a long tunic and loose pants, and he looked every inch the mountain warrior that he was. She felt her heart stutter in her chest, and she moved towards him, her body aching with need, her hands reaching out to touch him.
He caught her hands in his own, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, and she shivered at the touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her, and she went willingly, her body melting against his, her lips seeking his in a passionate kiss.
Their lips met, and it was like a spark igniting, a flame that burned hot and bright between them. His lips were firm and warm, and she opened to him, her tongue meeting his in a dance as old as time. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her closer, until she could feel the hard length of his cock pressed against her belly.
She moaned at the feel of him, her body already aching for more, and she rocked her hips against his, feeling him respond, his cock twitching and growing harder. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and licking, his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin. She gasped, her head falling back, her hands buried in his hair, holding him to her, as he blazed a trail of fire down her body.
He knelt before her, his hands on her hips, his eyes locked on hers, and she knew what he wanted, what he was asking for. She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with need. He reached up, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her pants, pulling them down, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her thin, silky underwear.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her belly, his tongue darting out to taste her, and she shivered, her hands clenching in his hair. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her underwear, pulling them down, leaving her completely exposed. She stepped out of them, her eyes locked on his, her body trembling with need.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she knew that he was going to make her scream, make her beg for more. And she couldn’t wait.
He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her, and she cried out, her hands clenching in his hair, her body trembling with pleasure. He licked and sucked, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin, and she moaned, her head falling back, her body arching towards him. He slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, her body tightening around him, her hips rocking against his hand.
He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her, and she moaned, her body trembling, her hips rocking faster, harder. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back in her head, and she cried out, her body shaking, her orgasm building, growing, until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
She came with a scream, her body shuddering, her hips bucking against his hand, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and gasping. He stood, his lips curving in a smug little smile, and she knew that he was proud of what he had done, of the pleasure he had given her.
And she couldn’t wait to return the favor.
She pushed him back, her hands on his chest, and he went willingly, his eyes bright with anticipation. She knelt before him, her hands on his pants, and she smiled up at him, her eyes bright with mischief. She pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, and she gasped at the sight of him, at the thick, hard length of him, at the drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste him, and he groaned, his hands clenching in her hair. She licked and sucked, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue teasing the tip, tasting the saltiness of him. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing, her body adjusting, and she moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
She sucked him harder, her hands on his hips, her fingers digging into his skin, and he groaned, his hips rocking, fucking her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She could feel his orgasm building, growing, and she knew that he was close, that he was going to come any second now.
And she couldn’t wait to taste him.
He came with a groan, his body shuddering, his cock twitching, and she swallowed, her throat working, her body trembling with the effort. She licked him clean, her tongue tracing every inch of him, and she smiled up at him, her eyes bright with satisfaction.
He reached down, his hands helping her up, and she went willingly, her body aching for more, her skin tingling with need. He kissed her, his lips meeting hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting herself on him, and she moaned, her hands on his shoulders, holding him to her.
He lifted her, his hands on her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her body fitting against his as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. He carried her to the bed, laying her down, his body covering hers, and she moaned, her hips rocking against him, her body aching for more.
He entered her, his cock sliding into her wet, willing body, and she cried out, her back arching, her body trembling with pleasure. He moved, his hips rocking, fucking her slow and deep, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back in her head. She moaned, her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body trembling, her orgasm building, growing, until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
She came with a scream, her body shuddering, her hips bucking against his, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and gasping. He followed her, his body shuddering, his cock twitching, his orgasm filling her, his seed spilling into her, marking her as his.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in time. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies sated, their minds at peace, they knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this, many more moments of passion and pleasure.
And they couldn’t wait.
