In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the fading sunlight. She was nude, her black hair cascading down her back in thick, luscious waves. A delicate bindi adorned her forehead, a testament to her Indian heritage. She was a babe, a temptress, and she knew it.
He watched her from the corner of the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. The curve of her hips, the softness of her skin, the way her hair fell in perfect waves. He had wanted her from the moment they met, and now, here she was, standing before him in all her glory.
She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his. A slow, seductive smile spread across her face as she moved closer to him. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, causing him to shudder in anticipation.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this.”
He groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her hips. She pressed herself against him, her breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he knew that he couldn’t wait any longer.
He reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his body.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he made his way to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until she was panting with need. He moved to the other, giving it the same treatment as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
His hands roamed down her body, tracing a path over her hips and down her thighs. He reached her center, 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 another finger, stretching her as she writhed against him. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that he knew would send her over the edge.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her as she rode out the waves of pleasure. He didn’t give her time to recover, his lips finding hers once again as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down, his body covering hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and need reflected in them. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her surrounding him.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back as she moaned his name.
He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers as they chased their release. She gasped as he hit that spot again, her legs shaking as she came once more.
He followed her over the edge, his own release taking him by surprise as he emptied himself inside of her. He collapsed beside her, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath.
She looked at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure.
He smiled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Yes, it was.”
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the sun set and the room grew dark. They had found their release, and for now, that was all that mattered.
