In the heart of New Delhi, in a dimly lit apartment, a woman with raven black hair stood, her back facing the door. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, as she gazazed out of the window, the city lights twinkling like stars in the distance. She was nude, her curvaceous body illuminated by the faint light that seeped through the curtains. Her thick, wavy hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her hips. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, her dark skin glowing with an ethereal beauty.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had always found her alluring, her strong, independent personality drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, his desire for her burning like a wildfire in his chest.
Slowly, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge his presence, but he knew she was aware of him. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, the slight tremble in her hands.
He stopped when he was inches behind her, his chest brushing against her back. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt his warmth. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise. He could see the want in her gaze, the same desire that had been consuming him for months. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with hers, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. His hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts.
She moaned, her body arching into his touch. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and nibbled, his fingers teasing the other nipple. She moaned, her hips grinding against his.
He moved lower, his lips finding the curve of her belly. He kissed and licked, his fingers tracing the line of her slit. She was wet, her juices coating his fingers as he slipped them inside her.
She moaned, her back arching off the bed as he fucked her with his fingers. He curled them, finding that spot that made her eyes roll back in her head.
He moved lower, his tongue finding her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers still working her pussy. She moaned, her hips bucking as she chased her orgasm.
He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working in tandem until she came, her juices flowing freely. He licked her clean, his tongue savoring her taste.
He moved up, his cock nudging at her entrance. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He did, his cock sliding inside her. She was tight, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He moved, his hips thrusting as he fucked her.
She moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met him thrust for thrust. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers working her as he fucked her.
She came again, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed his name. He followed her, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in short gasps. He looked at her, his eyes filled with love.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
“I love you too,” she replied.
And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync.
