In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with anticipation. A woman with raven-black hair and caramel-kissed skin lay on the bed, her body a luscious feast for the eyes. She was nude, her curves on full display, her back turned to the man who had just entered the room.
He was a tall, muscular figure, his eyes locked on the Indian beauty before him. His gaze trailed down her spine, stopping briefly at the curve of her hips, before continuing to the softness of her thighs. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he took in the sight of her.
He approached slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder, causing her to shiver in response. She turned her head, her dark eyes meeting his, a small smile playing on her lips.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice a sultry melody.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her softness. She responded in kind, her fingers entwining in his hair, pulling him closer.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe, causing her to gasp in pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her body against his, feeling the evidence of his desire against her thigh.
He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as he continued his assault on her senses. He moved further down, his lips finding the curve of her stomach, before continuing to the apex of her thighs.
He spread her legs, his tongue finding her clit, swirling around it in a deliberate pattern. She cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth as he continued to pleasure her. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his hand.
She was ready for him.
