The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner. The curtains were drawn, revealing the darkness of the night outside. Lying on the bed, completely nude, was a stunning Indian woman. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, and her long, thick hair was as black as the night sky. She was a vision of beauty, with her full breasts and generous hips. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face as she waited for what was to come.
Outside the door, a man stood, listening. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had been admiring the woman from afar for weeks, and now he had finally worked up the courage to approach her. He could hear her soft breathing, and he imagined her lying there, waiting for him. He reached for the doorknob, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he entered the room, she turned to look at him, her eyes filled with desire. He could see the hunger in her gaze, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He crossed the room to the bed, and she sat up, reaching for him. He took her face in his hands, and he kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her lips.
Their bodies pressed together, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. His hands explored her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She moaned softly as he touched her, her body responding to his touch. He broke the kiss, and he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at her skin. She arched her back, offering herself to him.
He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her breasts, and he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She writhed beneath him, her hands in his hair, holding him to her. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
His hand moved down her body, and he found her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet him. He added a second finger, and he began to move them in and out of her, stretching her. She was moaning now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, and he thrust into her. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He started to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in time with his.
He reached down between them, and he found her clit. He began to rub it, and she moaned even louder, her body tightening around him. He could feel her orgasm building, and he knew that she was close. He increased the pressure, and she cried out, her body shaking as she came.
He continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release. She was still moaning, her body still shuddering from her orgasm. He could feel himself getting closer, and he reached down, grabbing her hips. He pulled her onto him, driving himself deeper into her.
He felt himself let go, his orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed onto her, his body spent. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. They lay there, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating as one.
He rolled off her, and they lay there, side by side, their bodies glistening with sweat. She turned to him, and she smiled. He smiled back, and he knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful.
They lay there, talking in hushed whispers, their bodies entwined. The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore. But for now, they were content to lie there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
