The soft glow of the moon cast an ethereal light over the room, illuminating the curves and contours of the woman with raven black hair. She stood before the large window, her silhouette framed by the inky darkness outside. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with caramel skin and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief. She was nude, her body a testament to the gods’ handiwork. Her back was towards the door, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and resting on her firm, round ass.
The room was silent, save for the distant sound of traffic and the occasional hoot of an owl. The air was thick with anticipation, and the tension between them was palpable. He watched her, his gaze lingering on her curves and the way her hips swayed gently from side to side. He knew she was aware of his presence, yet she did not turn around. Instead, she continued to stare out into the night, her breathing shallow and measured.
He moved closer, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath his feet. He stood behind her, his body mere inches from hers. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and his cock stirred in his pants. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her hair. She shivered at his touch, and he could hear the sharp intake of her breath.
“Do you want me?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She turned her head, her eyes meeting his.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands exploring her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. She tasted of salt and sweat, a heady mixture that made his cock throb with desire.
He moved his hands down her body, his fingers finding her wetness. She was ready for him, her pussy slick with desire. He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her open. She was tight, her muscles gripping him tightly.
He removed his fingers, and she turned around, her eyes filled with desire. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted of mint and lust, and he could not get enough. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck and to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He moved down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He knelt before her, his eyes level with her pussy. He could see her wetness glistening in the moonlight, and he could not resist. He leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She tasted of honey and musk, a flavor that was intoxicating.
He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He slipped a finger inside her, and she cried out, her orgasm building deep within her. He curled his finger, hitting her G-spot, and she came undone. She screamed, her pussy clenching around his finger as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He stood up, his cock straining against his pants. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He undressed, his cock springing free. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his cock. He stepped closer, and she took him into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around his tip. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her. She cried out, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his thrusts hard and deep. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He moved to the bed, laying her down gently. He continued to thrust, his pace increasing. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, and she came undone. She screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came.
He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening. He thrust deeper, his cock hitting her cervix. He came, his seed filling her. She moaned, her pussy milking him dry.
He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving. She turned to him, her eyes shining with love. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync.
The night was still, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. The moon had moved, its light no longer illuminating the room. The room was dark, yet their hearts were filled with light. They had found each other, and in that moment, they knew that they belonged together.
And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies spent and sated, they knew that they would never let each other go. They were one, united in love and pleasure, and nothing would ever come between them.
