In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with anticipation. The woman, with her thick, black hair cascading down her back, stood with her back facing the door, a picture of serene beauty. Her olive skin glowed in the soft light, and her nude form was a testament to the Indian heritage she was so proud of. She was a babe, a goddess, and she knew it.
As the door creaked open, she didn’t turn around. She knew who it was. The man who had captured her heart and her body. He stepped closer, his footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. His hands found her waist, and he pulled her close, his chest pressed against her back. She could feel his heartbeat, rapid and erratic, matching her own.
Their lips met, a soft whisper of a kiss that sent shivers down her spine. His hands wandered, exploring her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder, giving him better access to her neck. He took advantage, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. The passion and desire she saw in his gaze made her heart race. She reached up, her fingers tracing his jawline, feeling the stubble that shadowed his chin. Their lips met again, this time in a passionate kiss that made her knees weak.
His hands wandered down her body, cupping her ass, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. His lips never leaving hers, his hands never stopping their exploration of her body.
He trailed kisses down her body, his lips finding her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, his teeth grazing them lightly. She arched her back, her moans filling the room. His lips continued their journey down her body, his tongue tracing patterns on her stomach, his teeth nibbling on her hip bones.
He reached her thighs, his lips finding her inner thigh. He kissed her softly, his teeth gently nibbling on her skin. She squirmed, her moans growing louder. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. His lips found her pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her. She cried out, her hands finding his hair, pulling him closer.
He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her pussy, tasting her sweetness. She was wet, ready for him. He slid a finger into her, then two, curling them up to hit that spot that made her moan louder. She was close, so close. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her moans growing louder.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He slid into her, slow and deep. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep, matching the rhythm of her moans.
Their bodies moved together, their moans filling the room. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the sound of their heavy breathing, the sound of her moans, it was music to his ears. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around his cock. He thrust harder, deeper, pushing her over the edge.
She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him. He thrust a few more times, then stilled, his own orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing. They didn’t need words. They had each other, and that was enough.
