The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the balcony, illuminating the dark-haired woman standing at the railing. The gentle breeze played with the loose ends of her long, black hair, revealing her bare shoulders and the beginning of her smooth, caramel-colored skin. She was utterly naked, her curves and contours bathed in the soft light.
The woman, named Shanti, had just finished taking a late-night swim in the pool. She had slipped out of her silk robe and stepped into the cool water, feeling it wash away the stresses of the day. Now, standing on the balcony, she felt alive and free, embracing the night and her own desires.
A low, rumbling growl sounded from behind her, causing Shanti to startle and turn around. Her eyes widened as they took in the sight of Arun, the man who had captured her heart and her body. He leaned against the doorway, his chiseled abs and muscular thighs on full display. His dark eyes smoldered as they roamed over her figure, and Shanti felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
Arun, a man of Indian descent, stood at six feet tall with a body that looked like it was carved from stone. His skin was a rich, warm brown, and his thick, black hair was styled in a short, messy cut that made him look even more irresistible.
“You’re beautiful,” Arun murmured, his voice deep and husky. He pushed himself away from the doorway and stalked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. His powerful strides made Shanti’s heart race, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat as he came to a stop in front of her.
Without a word, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and Shanti felt her nipples harden in response.
“I want you,” Arun whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Shanti gasped, her body trembling with need.
Arun’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He nipped at her earlobe, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. Shanti moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his thick, black hair.
“Yes,” she breathed, her body arching towards him. “Take me, Arun.”
With a low growl, Arun wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, his mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting her. Shanti wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy grinding against his hard, throbbing cock.
Arun carried her to the nearby chaise lounge and laid her down, his body covering hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and licking at her skin. Shanti writhed beneath him, her body on fire with desire.
Arun’s hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her wet, swollen clit. He rubbed slow circles around it, making Shanti moan and buck her hips. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, his thumb continuing to circle her clit.
“Oh, god,” Shanti gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Arun, yes!”
Arun’s fingers moved faster, his thumb applying more pressure to her clit. Shanti felt her orgasm building, her muscles tightening and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Come for me, Shanti,” Arun commanded, his voice deep and commanding.
With a loud cry, Shanti’s orgasm tore through her, her body shaking and her pussy clenching around Arun’s fingers. He continued to stroke her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
Finally, Shanti lay still, her chest heaving and her body slick with sweat. Arun smiled down at her, his fingers still buried inside her.
“Ready for more?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Shanti nodded, her eyes shining with desire. “Yes, please.”
Arun pulled his fingers out of her and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Shanti nodded again, her body eager for him.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Arun entered her, filling her completely. Shanti moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that soon had them both gasping for breath.
Their bodies moved together, sweat-slicked skin slapping against each other. Shanti’s nails dug into Arun’s back, her body begging for more.
“Harder,” she panted, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
Arun obeyed, his hips slamming into hers with bruising force. Shanti cried out, her orgasm building once again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her body trembling as her orgasm tore through her.
Arun followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, as their breathing slowed and their hearts returned to normal.
“I love you,” Arun whispered, his lips brushing against Shanti’s ear.
“I love you too,” Shanti replied, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their passion never waning. And as the sun began to rise, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies spent and their hearts full.
