In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with anticipation. The woman, adorned in only a few delicate jewels, stood facing away from the man, her long black hair cascading down her back like a silky waterfall. She was an Indian beauty, her curves thick and voluptuous, every inch of her body beckoning to be touched and worshipped.
He approached her slowly, taking in the sight of her bare, caramel-toned skin, the curve of her waist, and the fullness of her hips. His eyes trailed upwards, stopping at the inviting curve of her behind. His hands followed the path his eyes had taken, gently caressing her skin.
She shivered at his touch, her body already responding to his nearness. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her backside before settling on the firm mounds of her ass.
With a soft moan, she arched her back, pressing her body against his. His fingers dug into her flesh, kneading and massaging, as his lips continued their assault on her shoulder.
Slowly, he dropped to his knees, his hands never leaving her body. He pressed soft kisses to the small of her back, his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin. She gasped as his lips reached the crevice of her ass, his tongue delving lower, teasing her entrance.
She reached behind her, tangling her fingers in his hair as he continued to explore her body. His fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub. She moaned, her body trembling as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
With a final flick of his wrist, she came undone, her orgasm rippling through her body. He stood, wrapping his arms around her waist as she came down from her high.
“Not yet,” he whispered in her ear, his voice husky with desire. “We’re just getting started.”
He turned her around, lifting her up and settling her on the edge of the bed. Her legs spread wide, inviting him in. He stepped between them, his cock hard and ready.
He entered her slowly, her wetness welcoming him in. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their moans and sighs filling the room. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit once more. She cried out as he rubbed circles around the sensitive nub, her orgasm building once more.
With a final thrust, he came, filling her with his warmth. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body spent. He collapsed next to her, his breathing heavy.
They lay there for a moment, lost in their own thoughts. And then, slowly, their hands began to wander once more, the fire between them reignited.
For this was not the end, but only the beginning of their sacred union.
