In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was a Indian beauty, her black hair cascading down her shoulders in thick waves. Her curves were generous, and her skin a rich, golden hue. She was completely nude, her body on display for only the moonlight to see.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat. He had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and now here she was, in all her glory. He took a step forward, and she turned to face him, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and defiance.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
“Someone who wants you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
She raised an eyebrow, but did not move. He took another step forward, and this time, she did not turn away. He reached out a hand, and traced it down her arm, feeling her shiver under his touch.
“You’re cold,” he said, his voice filled with concern.
“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice barely audible.
He took another step forward, and this time, he was close enough to feel her breath on his face. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers, feeling her respond with a soft moan. He deepened the kiss, and she met him stroke for stroke, her body pressed against his.
He reached up, and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, and stood over her, his eyes taking in every inch of her body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
She smiled, and reached up, tracing her fingers down his chest. He shivered under her touch, and she giggled.
“You’re ticklish,” she said, her voice filled with delight.
He grinned, and leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck. She arched her back, pressing herself against him. He trailed kisses down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her nipples. She moaned, and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close.
He continued his descent, and when he reached her hips, he spread her legs wide. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to her inner thigh, feeling her tremble under his touch. He traced his tongue up her thigh, and when he reached her pussy, he paused.
“Please,” she begged, her voice filled with need.
He smiled, and leaned in, pressing his lips to her clit. She cried out, and bucked her hips, pressing herself against his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He continued to tease her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Just when she was about to come, he pulled away, and she cried out in frustration.
“Please,” she begged, her voice filled with need.
He smiled, and leaned in, pressing his cock to her entrance. She was soaking wet, and he slid in easily. She moaned, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He began to move, thrusting in and out of her with long, slow strokes. She met him stroke for stroke, her moans filling the room. He leaned down, and pressed his lips to her ear.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his voice filled with need.
She cried out, and her orgasm washed over her. He continued to thrust, driving her higher and higher. She felt another orgasm building, and when it crashed over her, she screamed his name.
He thrust a few more times, and then he came, filling her with his seed. She moaned, and collapsed against the bed, her body spent.
He rolled off of her, and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled against him, and closed her eyes, a
satisfied smile on her face.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the moonlight streamed in through the window. The night was still, and the only sound in the room was the sound of their breathing.
And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful.
