It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a secluded corner of the garden, a woman stood, her raven-black hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. She was nude, her lush, curvaceous body on display in the soft moonlight. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of caramel, her hips wide and full, her thighs thick and strong.
He watched her from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, and now, here she was, naked and vulnerable in the garden. He took a step forward, and she turned, her eyes meeting his in the darkness.
“Who are you?” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
“I am the one who has been watching you,” he replied, stepping into the light. “The one who has been dreaming of you.”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire and longing. “And what do you want from me?”
He took a step closer, his eyes raking over her body. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel your body against mine, to hear you scream my name as I make you come.”
She took a step towards him, her body pressing against his. “Then take me,” she breathed, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss.
He groaned, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body arching towards his, her hips grinding against his hard cock.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching down to grip his ass, pulling him closer to her.
He knelt before her, his tongue darting out to taste her, to tease her. She moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He licked and sucked, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles around it.
She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. “Please,” she begged, “I need more.”
He stood, his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her to the hilt.
She moaned, her body tightening around him. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips grinding against his.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing slow circles around it. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. He felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she came.
He thrust into her one last time, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed. She moaned, her body still shaking with aftershocks of pleasure.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies still joined. The night air was cool against their skin, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the trees.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I will,” he replied, his arms tightening around her. “I will.”
