The moon cast its silvery glow upon the sleeping form of Priya, a young woman of twenty-one with thick curves and long, black hair. Her back faced the open window, the gentle breeze playing with the strands that cascaded down her shoulders. The night’s coolness brushed against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from her body as she lay there, nude.
Her husband, Ravi, watched her from the doorway, admiring her form as the shadows danced upon her caramel skin. He had always been enamored by her, the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her lips curled into a knowing smile, and the rich, deep brown of her eyes that held stories of her own.
He approached her, the floor creaking softly beneath his feet. She stirred, a small sigh escaping her lips. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against her shoulder.
“Ravi,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.
“Shh, my love,” he soothed, his hand tracing the curve of her waist. “I’m here.”
He climbed into the bed, lying down behind her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
“I want you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Her hand reached behind her, her fingers brushing against his thigh. “Here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” he breathed, his hand moving up to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
His other hand trailed down her body, his fingers finding her wet and ready. His thumb circled her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Ravi,” she gasped, her hand gripping his thigh.
He entered her slowly, her slickness welcoming him. Her back arched as he filled her, her breath hitching.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his lips finding her shoulder again.
She moved with him, their bodies finding a rhythm that matched the whispering wind. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing circles into her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hand reaching back to grip his hip.
Her body tightened around him, her orgasm crashing over her. He followed her, his own release spilling into her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. The night continued its gentle dance around them, the whispers of the wind telling stories of their own.
