In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and voluptuous, her skin the color of rich caramel. She was nude, her body on display for the man who sat on the bed, watching her with unabashed desire.
He was a white man, his skin pale in comparison to hers. He had been traveling in India, and had met the woman in a market. There had been an instant connection, a spark that had ignited into a flame of desire. He had followed her back to her home, and now they stood on the precipice of something intense and powerful.
The woman turned to face the man, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She moved closer to him, her hips swaying seductively. He reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
She let out a soft moan as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting her. She responded eagerly, her own tongue dancing with his.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. She arched her back, her body begging for more. He obliged, his hands roaming over her body, caressing and squeezing her curves.
He made his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. She cried out, her fingers threading through his hair as he lavished attention on her breasts. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
His hands continued to roam, moving down to her hips and then to her thighs. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he stroked her, her hips bucking against his hand.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you want me inside you?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
She nodded, unable to speak. He grinned, his fingers continuing to stroke her. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear. “Beg for it,” he commanded.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip barely breaching her. She moaned, her body begging for more. He gave it to her, thrusting into her with a force that made her cry out.
He set a fast pace, his hips slapping against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He stroked it, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building. He increased his pace, driving into her deeper and harder. She screamed, her orgasm washing over her. He followed her, his own orgasm ripping through him.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync.
The sun had set, the room now bathed in darkness. But the memory of their lovemaking would stay with them, a testament to the power of their connection.
The end.
