In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window and the setting sun. Her back was turned to the door, her thick form illuminated by the warm glow of the fading day. She was nude, her black hair cascading down her shoulders and pooling at her waist. An Indian beauty, her skin was the color of rich earth, her curves generous and inviting.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as his gaze traveled the length of her body. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her dark eyes and sultry smile drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And now, here she was, offering herself to him without a word.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As he approached her, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the curve of her neck. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her skin, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.
“I’ve wanted you from the start,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, of having you naked in my arms.”
She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with desire. “Then take me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Take me now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as he bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, teasing her with his tongue as she writhed beneath him.
His fingers found her wetness, sliding easily into her pussy. She was ready for him, her body slick with desire. He added a second finger, stretching her as he prepared her for his cock.
She gasped as he removed his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. He pushed inside her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat surrounding him. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
He began to move, thrusting in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. He reached around, finding her clit with his fingers and rubbing in time with his thrusts.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. He felt her muscles clench around him, milking his cock as he continued to thrust. He was close, his balls tightening as he felt his own release building.
With one final thrust, he came, filling her with his seed. She moaned, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. They stood there, locked together, as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
He pulled out of her, his cock still wet with their combined releases. She turned to face him, her smile seductive and satisfied.
“Until next time,” she whispered, her voice full of promise.
He nodded, his own smile mirroring hers. He knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this one. And he couldn’t wait.
