In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood with her back facing the door. She was nude, her curves and shadows dancing on the walls as the only source of light came from a single candle on the nightstand. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with almond-shaped eyes and a thick, luscious braid that reached her waist.
Priya’s lover, a man named Ravi, had been away on business for weeks. The anticipation of his return had built up, and now that he was finally home, she couldn’t help but feel a hunger for him that had been growing deeper by the day.
Ravi entered the room, closing the door behind him. The sight of Priya, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight, was enough to make his heart race. He approached her slowly, taking in the view of her voluptuous figure.
“You’re breathtaking,” Ravi whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her scent.
Priya let out a soft moan, her body melting into his embrace. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered back, turning her head to meet his lips in a passionate kiss.
Their lips met in a feverish dance, their tongues twirling together as they tasted each other’s desire. Ravi’s hands roamed over Priya’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, feeling his hardness against her.
Ravi’s fingers trailed down Priya’s body, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy slick with desire. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around him.
Priya let out a soft gasp, her hips bucking against his hand. Ravi added a second finger, stretching her open as he began to fuck her with his hand. Her moans grew louder, her breathing becoming more ragged as he fingered her.
Ravi pulled his fingers out of Priya’s pussy, bringing them to his lips and tasting her sweetness. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
Ravi didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted Priya onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he slid inside her.
They both let out a loud moan as he filled her, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. Ravi thrust into her, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. Priya met him stroke for stroke, their hips grinding together as they chased their release.
Ravi reached down, his fingers finding Priya’s clit. He began to circle it, feeling her muscles clench around him as she got closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” Priya begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ravi continued to flick her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around him as she came. Her orgasm triggered his own, and he emptied himself inside her with a loud groan.
They lay there, spent, their bodies slick with sweat. Ravi pulled out of Priya, collapsing beside her on the bed.
“I love you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her.
Priya smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I love you too,” she whispered back, snuggling closer to him.
They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, the candle still flickering on the nightstand.
