The full moon cast a soft glow on the balcony, illuminating the silhouette of a woman standing at the railing. The cool breeze gently played with the black hair cascading down her back, reaching her waist. She was stunning, with a curvaceous figure and smooth, golden-brown skin. A single glance at her back view was enough to stir something deep within the loins of any red-blooded man.
Ravi, a young and ambitious hotel manager, had been captivated by her ever since she checked in. Her name was Nalini, a 25-year-old Indian beauty traveling alone. A rare sight in his quaint, Mediterranean resort town. He had learned she was an artist seeking inspiration for her next masterpiece, and he yearned to be the one to ignite that spark within her.
He approached her, his eyes taking in the splendor of her form. She wore nothing but a sheer, white negligee that left little to the imagination. Ravi swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. “May I join you, Nalini?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She looked over her shoulder, her almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity. “I was hoping you would,” she replied, her voice as sultry as the night air around them.
As he moved closer, he hesitated for a brief moment before gently resting his hands on her hips. Nalini leaned back against him, her body fitting perfectly against his toned physique. Ravi leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.
“Mmm, you’re making me tingle,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscular arms.
He took that as a sign to continue his exploration, nibbling and licking her earlobe, causing her to moan softly. His hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her negligee.
“Ravi, you’re making me want you,” she murmured, her breath hitching as he continued his assault on her senses.
He turned her around to face him, his gaze locked onto her full, pouty lips. Lowering his head, he captured her mouth with his, their tongues dancing together in a passionate ballet. Nalini wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their connection.
Ravi trailed kisses down her neck, his hands wandering down her body until they reached the hem of her negligee. Slowly, he began to lift it, revealing her bare, toned legs. Nalini stepped out of the garment, now standing before him in all her naked glory.
He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his Indian goddess. Her dark, curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face. Her full breasts, adorned with delicate, pink nipples, begged for his touch. Her navel, a small indentation leading down to the treasure below, was a testament to her femininity.
“Ravi, please,” she begged, her voice trembling with desire.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. Kneeling before her, he parted her thighs and pressed his lips against her inner thigh. Nalini gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Ravi continued his journey up her leg, his breath hot against her skin.
When his lips finally reached her core, he teased her, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Nalini whimpered, her hips rocking forward, seeking the release she craved.
Ravi granted her wish, his tongue darting out to taste her. Nalini cried out, her legs trembling as he explored her folds. He found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and sucked it gently between his lips.
“Ravi!” Nalini gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place.
He continued his ministrations, his tongue swirling around her clit as one hand moved up to tease her breasts. Nalini’s breathing grew ragged, her body trembling as she neared her climax.
“Ravi, I’m going to cum,” she warned, her voice strained.
He didn’t relent, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her clit. Nalini’s cry of release echoed through the night as her orgasm washed over her.
Ravi stood, his lips finding hers once more. Nalini could taste her own arousal on his tongue, and the realization only served to heighten her desire. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his hard length, causing him to groan.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. Picking her up, he carried her to the nearby chaise lounge, laying her down gently. He settled himself between her thighs, his cock pressed against her entrance.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and her eyes locked with his.
Slowly, he pushed inside her, their gazes never breaking. Nalini’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as he filled her completely. Ravi paused, giving her time to adjust to his size.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered, his voice strained.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. “Move,” she commanded, her voice filled with need.
Ravi obliged, his hips rocking back and forth, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Nalini met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their lovemaking was passionate, yet tender, their connection deepening with each passing moment. Nalini’s nails dug into his shoulders as her second orgasm built within her.
“Ravi, I’m going to cum again,” she gasped, her breath hitching.
“Cum for me, Nalini,” he urged, his voice strained.
Her cry of release mingled with his own as they reached their climax together, their bodies shuddering as they rode out their pleasure.
Ravi collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Nalini curled up against him, her head resting on his chest as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
“That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin.
The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies and learn their secrets. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the promise of more passion-filled nights lay ahead.
