In the stillness of the night, a woman with thick, black hair moved silently through the darkened room. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and enticing in the dim light. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she approached the man lying asleep on the bed.
She had been watching him all evening, his muscular form and the way he moved, the deep timbre of his voice. She had wanted him from the moment she saw him, and now, as he slept, she would have him.
She climbed onto the bed, her body a sinuous shadow in the darkness. She leaned over him, her long hair brushing against his chest, and placed a finger on his lips.
“Shh,” she whispered, “I’m here now.”
He stirred, his eyes opening to meet hers. She smiled, her full lips curving in a seductive arc. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue darted out, tracing the outline of his lips. He opened his mouth, allowing her to explore him fully.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck. She nibbled at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. He groaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. She smiled, her tongue tracing a line down his chest, her teeth nipping at his nipples.
She moved lower, her lips brushing against the waistband of his boxers. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. She hooked her fingers in the fabric, pulling them down, revealing his hard cock. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his.
She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked, her tongue swirling around him. He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. She moved faster, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming ragged.
She pulled away, her lips leaving a trail of wetness along his shaft. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with mischief.
“Not yet,” she whispered, “I want to feel you inside me.”
She climbed on top of him, straddling him. She guided him inside her, her pussy wet and ready for him. She moaned as he filled her, her hips moving in a slow rhythm. He groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She leaned back, her hands bracing herself on his thighs as she moved faster.
He sat up, his lips finding hers. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together. She moaned, her hips moving faster. She could feel herself getting closer, her muscles tightening around him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled at her earlobe, his hands reaching down to cup her ass. He lifted her, his hips moving faster. She moaned, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair.
He laid her back down, his hips continuing to move. She moaned, her hips meeting his. She could feel herself getting closer, her muscles tightening around him.
“Yes,” she moaned, “Yes, right there.”
He groaned, his hips moving faster as he reached his climax. She felt him cum inside her, her own orgasm crashing over her. She moaned, her hips moving as she rode out her climax.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. She looked at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“I’m glad I waited for you,” she whispered, “It was worth it.”
He smiled, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
“I’m glad you did too,” he whispered, “It was worth it.”
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night still around them, whispers in the darkness.
