In the dimly lit room, a figure stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the thick black hair that cascaded down her bare shoulders. The Indian woman, a babe of 25 summers, was nude, her curves illuminated by the moonlight that seeped through the glass.
Ravi, a man of 30, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the figure in the window. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers. His lips found her earlobe, nibbling gently, causing her to shiver in pleasure.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. His hands began to explore her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, giving him better access to her neck.
He kissed his way down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. When he reached her hips, he knelt, his mouth finding her wet and ready for him. He licked and sucked, causing her to moan louder, her hands gripping his hair.
“Yes, Ravi, just like that,” she encouraged, her breath hitching as he inserted a finger, then two, preparing her for what was to come. He stood, his cock hard and ready. He lifted her, impaling her on his length. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move.
They fucked, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her moans and his grunts. He lifted her, turning her around, her back now to the window. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.
“Yes, Ravi, harder,” she urged, her voice a desperate whisper. He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. She cried out, her orgasm rippling through her body. He followed, his seed filling her, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their pleasure.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest. He kissed her forehead, his hands stroking her hair. “And you never will again,” he promised, his words a vow.
In the shadows, they lay, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The whispers of their lovemaking still lingered in the air, a testament to their passion. The night was young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other, to create more whispers in the shadow.
