The soft glow of the moon cast a silver light upon the room, illuminating the curves and lines of the nude figure lying on the bed. The woman was of Indian descent, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. She was thick, with generous curves and a voluptuous figure that commanded attention. Her back was turned to the door, unaware of the figure that had entered the room.
He was a man of few words, but his presence spoke volumes. He approached the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. He admired the curve of her waist, the roundness of her hips, and the firmness of her buttocks. His fingers itched to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
He began with gentle kisses, pressing his lips to her shoulder blades and the small of her back. She shivered beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He trailed his lips down her spine, pausing to nibble on her earlobes and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
His hands explored her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch. He took this as a sign, his fingers tracing a path down her stomach and towards her most intimate of places.
She was already wet, her arousal evident on his fingers. He circled her clit, feeling it swell beneath his touch. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tighten around him.
He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of her. She was moaning now, her breath coming in short gasps. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, ready for more.
He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him. She moaned as he filled her, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
He fucked her slow and deep, his hips grinding against hers. She moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building.
He quickened his pace, his hips slapping against hers. She moaned louder, her breath coming in short gasps. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around him.
She came with a cry, her body shuddering beneath him. He followed shortly after, his own orgasm crashing over him. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard. She turned to him, her eyes heavy with desire.
They fucked again and again, their bodies moving in a primal dance. They tried different positions, each one more satisfying than the last. They moaned and cried out, their voices mingling in the night.
As the sun began to rise, they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies sated and tired. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this one.
And so they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating as one. The end.
