Whispers in the Night

In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on display in all its glory. Her curves were luscious, her skin a rich shade of olive. She was the epitome of an Indian beauty, her long hair cascading down her back in thick waves.

He watched her from the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her fiery spirit and sharp wit drawing him in. He had been patient, waiting for the right moment to make his move. And now, here she was, standing before him, her body begging to be touched.

He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. “I know,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve wanted you too.”

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She moaned, her body pressed against his.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

He moved his hands down her body, cupping her ass. He squeezed, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heat, her wetness against his cock.

He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her.

He leaned down, his tongue finding her clit. He licked and sucked, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. She was so wet, so ready for him.

He moved up, his cock finding her entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around him. She gasped, her hands reaching down to grab his ass.

He started to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He could feel her getting closer, her moans getting louder.

He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed in circles, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm crashing over him. He came inside her, filling her with his seed.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other.

As they lay there, their bodies still entwined, he whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

She smiled, her eyes shining in the dim light. “I love you too.”

And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies sated, their hearts full.

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