The soft glow of the moon cast a silver light through the window, illuminating the room in a cool, ethereal glow. Lying on the bed, her black hair splayed out around her, was the thick, Indian beauty, Priya. She was completely nude, her curves and lines on display for the world to see. Her back was to the window, her dark skin glistening in the moonlight.
Raj, her lover, stood in the doorway, admiring the view. He had been with many women before, but none quite like Priya. She was a woman of passion and fire, and he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He watched as she stirred, her body moving sensuously even in her sleep.
He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving her form. He reached out, his hand hovering over her skin, before finally making contact. She jumped, startled, before turning to face him.
“Raj,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “You’re here.”
He nodded, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
“I am,” he replied, his hand moving down her body, tracing the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip.
She moaned, her body arching into his touch. He took this as an invitation, his hand moving lower, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
He teased her, his fingers dancing over her clit, before plunging into her pussy. She cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Raj,” she gasped, her nails digging into his arm.
He continued to pleasure her, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. She was close, her moans growing louder, her body tensing.
He leaned down, his lips finding her ear.
“Come for me, Priya,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
And she did, her orgasm rushing through her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of it.
He continued to touch her, his fingers slowing down, his thumb still moving in slow circles. She sighed, her body relaxing against the bed.
He pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her juices. He brought them to his mouth, tasting her.
She watched him, her eyes heavy with desire. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another kiss.
This time, it was she who initiated the exploration. Her hands moved over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his chest.
He groaned, his body responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, her lips moving down his body, her tongue tasting his skin.
She reached his cock, her hand wrapping around it. He was hard, his length pressing against her palm.
She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He moaned, his head falling back.
She leaned down, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. He gasped, his hands finding her hair.
She took him deeper, her mouth moving up and down his length. He was moaning, his hips thrusting up to meet her.
She pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with a pop. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire.
“Fuck me, Raj,” she whispered.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved over her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
She moaned, her body arching up to meet his. He pushed inside her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time. He thrust into her, hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her.
She moaned, her nails digging into his back. He leaned down, his lips finding her ear.
“Come for me again, Priya,” he whispered.
And she did, her orgasm rushing through her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of it.
He followed her, his own orgasm rushing through him. He groaned, his body tensing as he came inside her.
They lay there, their bodies spent, their hearts beating in time.
“I love you, Priya,” he whispered, his lips pressed against her forehead.
“I love you too, Raj,” she replied, her arms wrapped around him.
And they fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
