In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair stood with her back facing the door. The golden light from the lone lamp in the room illuminated the curves of her body, casting a seductive shadow on the wall. She was a sight to behold, an Indian beauty, her skin glowing with an ethereal light.
She wore nothing but a thin silk robe, which did little to hide her curves. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, reaching her waist, the ends curling gently. She turned her head slightly, revealing her profile, her full lips parted in anticipation.
Behind her, the door creaked open, and a man stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to the woman in front of him. He closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving her. He took a few steps forward, his gaze intensifying as it travelled down her body, stopping at the exposed skin of her back.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned back into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. His hands travelled up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples. She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivered, her breath hitching as his hands explored her body. He slipped his hand under her robe, his fingers finding her wetness. She gasped as he circled her clit, her body responding to his touch.
He continued to kiss her neck, his other hand caressing her breasts. She turned her head, her lips finding his. They kissed, their tongues dancing together, their breaths mingling. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still working her clit. She moaned into his mouth, her body moving against his hand.
He spun her around, his lips finding hers again. 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 her naked body.
He leaned down, his lips finding her clit. She moaned, her hands finding his hair. He licked and sucked, his fingers still inside her. She writhed beneath him, her moans filling the room. He increased his pace, his fingers curling inside her. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He climbed up her body, his cock finding her entrance. He thrust inside her, her moans encouraging him. He started slow, his thrusts deep and deliberate. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts. He increased his pace, their bodies moving together in a rhythm.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed circles around it, his thrusts becoming erratic. She moaned, her body tensing. He thrust deeper, his fingers still working her clit. She cried out, her orgasm taking over her body. He followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he came inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowing down. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers tracing her cheek. She smiled, her eyes closed. They stayed like that, their bodies spent, their hearts beating in sync.
In the shadowy room, they found solace in each other’s arms, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words.
