In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a thick waterfall that shimmered in the faint light. She was nude, her flawless brown skin glowing with an ethereal beauty. Her silhouette was a masterpiece of curves and angles, a feast for the eyes that left little to the imagination.
She was an Indian woman, a babe in her prime, with a figure that could make even the gods envious. Her breasts were full and firm, their dark nipples erect with anticipation. Her waist was narrow, leading to hips that flared out in a perfect hourglass shape. Her buttocks were round and firm, inviting touch and caress.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath catching in his throat. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her, her beauty and grace drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had taken his time, courting her, winning her trust and affection. And now, here they were, alone in her room, the air thick with tension and desire.
He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge his presence. But he could see the slight tremble in her shoulders, the quickening of her breath. He was close enough now to reach out and touch her, to run his fingers through her hair, to trace the curve of her spine.
But he didn’t. Not yet.
Instead, he reached for her hair, wrapping a lock of it around his fingers. He tugged gently, pulling her back against him. She gasped, her body pressed flush against his. He could feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of his own.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She shivered, her body melting against his. “I know,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips exploring the sensitive skin. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He could feel her pulse quickening, her desire matching his own.
He turned her around, his hands on her waist. Her eyes were dark, her pupils dilated with desire. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that was almost primal.
His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her hands reaching for his belt, pulling it open with a urgency that made his heart race.
He kicked off his pants, his cock springing free. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers barely able to encircle its girth. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He groaned, his head falling back.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He entered her, her pussy wet and ready for him. She moaned, her head falling back.
He thrust into her, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. She met him, her hips moving in time with his. He could feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around his cock.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers moving in a circular motion. She moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
He could feel his own climax building, his balls tightening. He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he came. She moaned, her body shaking as she came with him.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. He pulled out, her juices dripping down his cock.
They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Their bodies had said it all.
He picked up his pants, getting dressed. She watched him, her eyes following his every move. He leaned in, kissing her one last time.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She nodded, her lips curving into a small smile.
He left, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
She stood there for a moment, her body still humming with pleasure. She touched herself, her fingers sliding into her pussy. She moaned, her body shaking with the memory of his touch.
Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow, he’d be back. And she’d be ready for him.
