In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood before the window, her silhouette framed by the fading sunlight. She was naked, her Indian heritage evident in the toned curves of her body. A delicate tattoo adorned her shoulder blade, a small, intricate design that added to her allure.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, and a pair of lips gently kissing her neck. She leaned back, surrendering to the touch, as the man behind her continued to explore her body. His hands roamed, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the firmness of her buttocks.
She let out a soft moan as his lips found her earlobe, gently nibbling and teasing. His fingers danced along her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She reached behind her, tangling her fingers in his hair as she pulled him closer.
His hands continued their journey, one hand cupping her breast, teasing the nipple, while the other hand moved lower, tracing a path to the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs, giving him access, as he gently caressed her folds.
She gasped as he inserted a finger, then two, into her wetness. He stroked her slowly, building a rhythm as she arched her back, pressing herself against him. She was ready, and she let him know it with a low moan.
He removed his fingers, and she could feel him positioning himself behind her. She braced herself, anticipating the feeling of him entering her. He slid in slowly, filling her completely.
They began to move, their bodies in sync as they found a rhythm. He thrust deeper, harder, as she met each thrust with a moan. The room filled with the sound of their lovemaking, the bed creaking beneath them as they moved together.
He reached around, finding her clit, and began to circle it gently. She cried out, the sensation sending her over the edge. She came hard, her orgasm rippling through her body as he continued to thrust.
He followed soon after, his own release filling her. They collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, she whispered, “I love you.” He whispered back, “I love you too.”
And in that moment, they were one.
