In the dimly lit room, the exquisite Indian woman stood, her back facing the door. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the silky strands shimmering in the soft glow of the room. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the dim light. Her curves were accentuated by the shadows, her hips flaring out gently from her narrow waist. Her back was a work of art, the curves and lines of her spine leading down to the gentle swell of her buttocks.
The man who entered the room could not take his eyes off of her. He was a wealthy businessman, used to having his way with women. But this woman was different. She was exotic, her dark skin and almond-shaped eyes a stark contrast to his own fair complexion. He felt a stirring in his loins, a desire to possess her, to make her his own.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She did not turn to face him, but he could see the slight tremble in her shoulders, the quickening of her breath. He reached out a hand, gently brushing her hair aside to reveal the delicate curve of her neck. She shivered at his touch, her skin pebbling with goosebumps.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the desire that matched his own.
His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples gently between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks. She cried out, her body writhing with pleasure. He continued to tease her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her body.
Finally, he reached her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her buttocks. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He did not hesitate, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her, her muscles clenching around him.
He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her slowly. She was so wet, so ready for him. He could feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around his fingers. He quickened his pace, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves. He did not stop, his fingers continuing to move inside of her, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure. Finally, she pushed him away, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
He stood, his cock hard and aching. He did not hesitate, positioning himself behind her. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He did not need any further encouragement, his cock sliding into her easily.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel her climax building again, her muscles tightening around him.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit once again. He rubbed it in slow circles, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her once again.
He could feel his own climax building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He thrust deeper, his cock swelling inside of her. He cried out, his orgasm ripping through him like a freight train.
They stood there, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out of her slowly, his cock still semi-hard. She turned to face him, her eyes shining with desire.
“Again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He did not need to be asked twice, his cock already hardening once again. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.
The night was still young, and they had much to explore.
The End.
