In the dimly lit room, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the thick black hair that cascaded down her back. She was nude, her curves accentuated by the shadows that danced across her body. She was a Indian babe, her skin a rich shade of bronze, her hips full and inviting.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her fierce spirit and quick wit drawing him in. And now, here she was, in his room, and he could hardly believe his luck.
He stood up and approached her, his movements slow and deliberate. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her heart beating fast, matching his own.
He kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they moved up to her ear. She moaned softly, her body melting into his. He slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. She arched into him, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He turned her around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. He claimed her lips, his tongue delving into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her hands tangled in his hair. He could feel her body pressing against his, her hips grinding against his growing erection.
He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
He knelt down in front of her, his hands on her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes full of desire. She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hands on his head.
He explored her folds with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He guided it to her entrance, teasing her. She moaned, her hands on his hips. He pushed inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his skin.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in and out. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her getting closer.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He continued to thrust, drawing out her pleasure. He followed her soon after, his release filling her. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other. And they did, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room.
They lost track of time, their bodies becoming one. And when the first light of dawn crept in, they were still going, their desire for each other unquenched. They had been whisked away by desire, and they never wanted to come back.
