The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the verdant foliage and vibrant flowers that adorned the landscape. A woman with raven-black hair, her silhouette outlined by the pale light, moved with graceful steps along the winding path. She was nude, her voluptuous figure a testament to her Indian heritage, every curve and contour accentuated by the chiaroscuro effect of the moonlight and shadows. Her thick hair cascaded down her back, shimmering like a raven’s wing in the night.
She reached the secluded gazebo, where a man awaited her. His eyes traced the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips, his gaze lingering on the dark triangle between her thighs. A surge of desire coursed through him as he took in her beauty, a desire that only intensified as she turned to face him, her full lips curving into a seductive smile.
They came together in a passionate kiss, their tongues twining in a dance as old as time itself. He ran his hands over her body, caressing her soft skin and reveling in the gasps and moans that escaped her lips. His fingers found her nipples, already taut with arousal, and he pinched and rolled them gently, eliciting a soft cry from the woman.
She responded by running her fingers through his hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss. Her hands wandered down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as she made her way to his belt. With nimble fingers, she undid the buckle and slid the zipper down, freeing his hard length.
He hissed in pleasure as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him firmly as she broke the kiss. Her lips trailed down his neck, her teeth nibbling gently on his earlobe as her fingers continued to work their magic. He tilted his head back, giving himself over to the sensations that coursed through him.
She knelt before him, her dark eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around him, her tongue swirling around his tip as she began to suck. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat working as she swallowed him down.
She bobbed her head up and down, her fingers still stroking the base of his shaft in time with her movements. He could feel the orgasm building low in his belly, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter as she sucked him harder and faster.
But he wanted more. He wanted to feel her, to bury himself deep inside her and lose himself in the sweet oblivion of pleasure. He pulled her up, his lips finding hers once more as he guided her to the cushioned bench in the gazebo.
She lay back, her legs splayed wide as she beckoned him closer. He knelt between her thighs, his fingers tracing the wet folds of her sex. She was ready for him, her body slick with arousal and her inner muscles fluttering in anticipation.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed inside. She gasped, her back arching off the bench as he filled her completely. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm as he savored the feel of her around him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his firm buttocks as she urged him deeper. He obliged, his thrusts growing faster and harder as he drove into her. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of pleasure.
He could feel the orgasm building once more, the pressure mounting as he neared the edge. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit as he rubbed and circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him as she came apart.
The feel of her orgasm triggered his own, and he groaned as he spilled himself deep inside her. She milked him dry, her body still trembling from the force of her climax.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in time with each other’s. The night air was cool against their heated skin, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead as they caught their breath.
Their lips met once more in a soft, lingering kiss. The night was still young, and there were many more pleasures to be had. They would explore each other’s bodies, learning what made each other moan and gasp and cry out.
And when the sun began to rise, they would do it all over again. For this was their secret garden, their haven from the world. And in this place, they were free to indulge in their desires, to give in to the whispers in the night.
