The full moon cast its silver glow upon the room, illuminating the figure of a woman standing in front of the window. She was completely nude, her dark hair cascading down her back in thick waves, her silhouette framed by the night sky. An Indian beauty, her skin glowed with an ethereal light, her curves beckoning to be touched.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her fiery spirit and sharp mind drawing him in. And now, here she was, in his room, bared to him in every way.
She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. A slow smile spread across her lips as she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying with each step. He felt his breath catch in his throat as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him with a grace that belied her size.
Her hands roamed over his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her touch, the warmth of her body pressing down on him. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, and whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Her lips found his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that matched his own. He moaned, his hands finding her hips, pulling her closer. She ground against him, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time.
Her kisses trailed down his neck, her teeth nipping at his skin, her tongue soothing the sting. He arched his back, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair, holding her to him. She chuckled, the sound low and deep, vibrating through him.
Her lips found his nipples, her tongue swirling around the hard peaks, her teeth scraping gently. He gasped, his hips bucking up, seeking release. She chuckled again, her fingers trailing down his stomach, her nails scraping lightly.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, her grip tight, her strokes slow. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot as she whispered, “You’re mine now.”
She shifted, her body moving down the bed, her lips trailing after. She kissed his hips, her tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and took him into her mouth.
He gasped, his hips bucking up as she sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around him. She moaned, the sound vibrating through him, driving him wild. He felt his release building, his balls tightening.
She must have sensed it, for she pulled back, her lips trailing up his stomach, her tongue tasting him. She reached the tip of his cock, her lips wrapping around it, her tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and took him deep again, her mouth working him, her fingers stroking him. He felt his release building, his hips bucking up, seeking release.
She pulled back, her lips trailing up his stomach, her tongue tasting him. She reached his chest, her lips finding his nipples, her teeth scraping gently. He moaned, his hips bucking up, seeking release.
She moved up, her body pressing down on him, her lips finding his. He kissed her back, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. She shifted, her body moving over his, her hips aligning with his.
He felt the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance, her wetness coating him. She moaned, her hips rocking back and forth, teasing him. He groaned, his hands reaching down to grab her hips, to pull her down onto him.
She resisted, her hips rocking back and forth, her lips finding his, her tongue exploring his mouth. He groaned, his hips bucking up, seeking release. She chuckled, her hips rocking back and forth, her lips trailing down his neck.
Finally, she relented, sinking down onto him, her wetness enveloping him, her warmth surrounding him. He moaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her body moving in a rhythm as old as time.
He met her thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together, their moans filling the room. He felt his release building, his balls tightening, his hips bucking up.
She must have sensed it, for she increased her pace, her hips slamming down onto him, her body moving faster and faster. He groaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair, to pull her down onto him.
She leaned in, her lips finding his, her tongue exploring his mouth. He kissed her back, his hands reaching down to grab her hips, to pull her down onto him. He felt his release building, his balls tightening, his hips bucking up.
With a final thrust, he came, his release filling her, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. She moaned, her hips still moving, milking him for every drop.
Finally, she stilled, her body collapsing onto his, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his lips finding her ear.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
She chuckled, her body shaking with the force of it. “I know,” she replied, her voice soft, her body sated.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling, the night sky watching over them. And in that moment, they were one, their souls connected in a way that only the most intimate of acts could achieve.
For in that moment, they had shared something sacred, something beautiful, something that would bind them together for all time.
And as the moon continued to shine down on them, they knew that they would never be the same again. For they had found something in each other that they had never known before, something that would change their lives forever.
And so, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling, their souls connected, as they whispered in the night.
