In the dimly lit room, a plush velvet couch sat in the center, facing a roaring fireplace. The flames danced and flickered, casting shadows across the walls. A woman stood in front of the fire, her back facing the couch, her silhouette framed by the warm glow. She was a gorgeous Indian beauty, with thick black hair cascading down her back in waves. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, and she had the curves of a goddess. She was nude, her luscious body on full display.
He watched her from the couch, his eyes roving over her curves, taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, and now, here she was, standing before him, ready and willing.
She turned to face him, her full breasts swaying gently with her movements. Her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight, and she gave him a slow, seductive smile.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” she asked, her voice husky and low.
He stood up, his cock already hard and ready for her. He walked over to her, stopping just inches away. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.
“I want you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Then take me,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her sweetness, and she met him stroke for stroke.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring and caressing. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hard nipples, and she moaned into his mouth. She reached down and grasped his cock, stroking him firmly, and he growled low in his throat.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, and he took full advantage. He moved lower, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his mouth, and he switched to the other one, giving it the same attention.
He moved lower still, his lips kissing a trail down her stomach, and she gasped when he reached her pussy. He spread her legs wider, getting a better view, and he groaned when he saw how wet she was. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her, and she cried out, her hips bucking.
He licked and sucked at her clit, teasing it with his tongue, and she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight heat, and she clenched around him, her moans growing louder. He added another finger, stretching her, and she whimpered, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He felt her tighten around his fingers, and he knew she was close. He quickened his pace, his tongue flicking over her clit faster, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He stood up, his cock throbbing, and he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, and she nodded, giving him permission. He pushed inside her, inch by inch, and she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. He started to move, thrusting in and out of her, and she met him stroke for stroke.
He reached down and rubbed her clit, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts, and she moaned, her orgasm building again. He felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching, and he groaned, his own orgasm close.
He thrust harder, faster, and she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed her, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
They sat there in comfortable silence, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating in sync.
And as the fire burned low, and the night wore on, they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
