In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with the scent of incense and desire. The woman before him, an Indian beauty with thick black hair that cascaded down her back, stood naked and unashamed. Her dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of defiance and invitation.
He approached her slowly, his gaze locked on hers. She did not flinch as he reached out to touch her, running his fingers through the silk of her hair. A small sigh escaped her lips as he trailed his fingers down her neck, tracing the curve of her shoulder.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring and tasting. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples to hard points. She moaned softly as he slid a hand between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal.
Breaking the kiss, he knelt before her, spreading her legs wide. His tongue darted out, tasting her sweetness. She cried out, her hands gripping his head as he licked and sucked at her clit. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him.
She was ready for him now, her body trembling with desire. He rose, positioning himself behind her. His hands gripped her hips as he entered her, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with one of her own.
Their lovemaking was raw and primal, a dance of passion and need. He reached around, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure. He followed soon after, his release filling her.
They collapsed onto the bed, spent and sated. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest, her breathing slow and steady.
In the afterglow, he could not help but marvel at the exotic beauty of his lover. She was a world of mystery and passion, a temptress who had ensnared him in her web of desire. And he would gladly remain her captive for all time.
