In the stillness of the night, the city lay slumbering, unaware of the passion igniting in one corner. A woman, her raven hair cascading down her back, stood before the floor-length window, her silhouette framed by the moonlit skyline. She was naked, her curves bathed in shadows, her dark eyes reflecting the distant lights. She was a vision of beauty, an Indian babe, her skin a rich shade of bronze, her body a testament to the allure of the exotic.
He watched her from the bed, his gaze tracing the curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, the roundness of her buttocks. He was a white man, his body lean and muscular, his eyes a piercing blue. He had seen her at a party, their eyes meeting across the crowded room, the attraction instant and undeniable. He had pursued her, seduced her, and now she was here, in his apartment, in his bed.
She turned, her eyes meeting his, a slow smile spreading across her face. She moved towards him, her body a graceful glide, her eyes never leaving his. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her hands resting on his chest. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, the pounding of her heart.
Their lips met, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of desire and longing. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples, trailing down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. She moaned, her body arching into his touch, her hips grinding against his.
He rolled her over, his body covering hers, his lips never leaving hers. His hands continued their exploration, his fingers finding her wet, ready for him. She gasped as he entered her, her body welcoming him, her hips meeting his thrusts.
Their lovemaking was a dance, a rhythm of give and take, of push and pull. She wrapped her legs around him, her ankles locked behind his back, her nails digging into his shoulders. He responded with a deep, primal thrust, his body slamming into hers, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
He felt her climax first, her body shuddering beneath him, her inner muscles clenching around him. He followed her, his body tensing, his release filling her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, the silence of the night broken only by their ragged breathing.
She rolled over, her body still entwined with his, her head resting on his chest. He stroked her hair, his fingers tracing the silky strands. She looked up at him, her eyes soft, her smile tender.
“Again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
And so they did, over and over, until the dawn broke, their bodies spent, their hearts full.
In the light of day, she stood before the window once more, her body bathed in sunlight, her raven hair a stark contrast against her bronze skin. She looked at him, her eyes filled with love and longing.
“Again,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise.
And so they would, again and again, their lovemaking a testament to their passion, their desire a flame that would never be extinguished.
