In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair sat on the edge of the bed, her back turned to the door. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure bathed in the soft glow of the lone lamp on the nightstand. Her thick hair cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering like a raven’s wing in the dim light. She was the picture of an Indian babe, with her almond-shaped eyes and full lips, her dark skin glowing with a subtle sheen of sweat.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious form. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her, her beauty and sensuality drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And now, here she was, waiting for him, her body trembling with anticipation.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. She leaned back into his touch, her breath hitching as he trailed his fingers down her arms. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She nodded, her hair brushing against his cheek. He stood, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her back against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she shivered in anticipation.
He kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He nipped at her earlobe, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. She was his, and he was going to make her scream his name.
He turned her to face him, his hands on her hips. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She responded, her tongue meeting his in a dance as old as time. He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth grazing it gently. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. She was writhing beneath him, her body begging for more. He obliged, his hand moving between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he stroked her, her hips bucking against his hand.
He broke away from her, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt between her legs, his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire. He leaned forward, his tongue flicking out, tasting her. She cried out, her hips bucking up as he licked and sucked at her clit.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still stroking her clit. She was close, so close. He could feel her muscles tightening around his finger, her breath coming in short gasps. He quickened his pace, his tongue and finger working in tandem, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
She came with a cry, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He didn’t stop, his tongue and finger continuing to work their magic, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
When she finally stilled, he stood, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, her hands reaching up to pull him closer. He pushed inside her, her wet heat enveloping him. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
He took her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together, their moans and cries filling the room. He could feel himself getting close, and he reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He stroked her, his thumb circling her swollen nub. She cried out, her body tightening around him as she came again.
He followed her over the edge, his own release filling her, his body shaking with the force of it. He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. She turned to him, her hand reaching out to trace patterns on his chest. He smiled, his hand covering hers.
“I think I’m ready for more,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
And he was more than happy to oblige.
