In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her black hair cascading down her shoulders. The air was thick with anticipation as she ran her fingers through her hair, her Indian heritage evident in her caramel skin and the bindi adorning her forehead. She was a seductive vision, a goddess of desire and longing.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in her beauty. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her sharp wit and quick tongue drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had played it cool, letting her believe she was the one in control, but now, as he looked at her, he knew he had to have her.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn to face him, but he could see the goosebumps rising on her arms as he approached. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat as he trailed a line of kisses up her neck.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he whispered in her ear, his voice husky with desire.
She turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. “Then take me,” she challenged, her voice dripping with wanton need.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips crashed into hers, his tongue delving into her mouth as he explored every inch of her. She moaned, her body melting into his as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into his touch.
He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and licking at her sensitive skin. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. He smirked against her skin, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around him.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
