In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair sat on the edge of the bed. She was completely nude, her Indian heritage evident in the rich, olive tone of her skin and the curves that graced her body. A single lamp in the corner cast a warm glow, illuminating her form as she leaned back, her long hair cascading down her back in a dark waterfall.
A moment later, the door creaked open and a soft footstep sounded in the room. The woman on the bed turned her head slightly, her dark eyes meeting the gaze of the figure in the doorway. He was a man, tall and muscular, his skin a few shades lighter than hers. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
Without a word, he crossed the room and stood behind her. His hands reached out, gently brushing her hair aside and exposing the nape of her neck. His lips pressed against her skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses that caused her to shiver.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck.
Her only response was a soft moan as his hands began to explore her body. He traced the curve of her shoulder, his fingers brushing against her collarbone before continuing down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing them to harden.
She leaned back into him, her head resting against his chest. His other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, but he made no move to take it further. Instead, he continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and lips driving her wild with desire.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his. Without a word, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a squeeze. He groaned, his head falling back as she began to stroke him.
She guided him to the bed, pushing him down onto his back. She straddled him, her wet pussy hovering over his cock. She teased him, rubbing her lips against his shaft, coating it in her wetness.
He reached up, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto him. She moaned as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him. She began to move, riding him slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.
He reached up, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned, throwing her head back as he thrust up into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.
She reached down, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub it, the sensation building inside her. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
With a final thrust, he filled her, his hot cum triggering her own release. She cried out, her body shaking as the pleasure consumed her. She collapsed onto him, her breath coming in short gasps as they both came down from their high.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies still connected. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. The lamp in the corner casting a soft glow over the room, the only light in the darkness.
