In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette illuminated by a single candle burning on the nightstand. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure casting a long shadow on the wall behind her. Her thick, glossy hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her waist.
Radhika was a stunning Indian woman, with curves in all the right places. She was proud of her body, and she loved to show it off. She had always been a bit of a flirt, enjoying the attention and admiration of men. But tonight, she had something more than just attention on her mind.
The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. Radhika didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She could sense his presence, could feel his eyes on her body. She had been waiting for him, her heart racing with anticipation.
Without a word, the man approached her, his footsteps soft on the plush carpet. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers. His hands began to explore her curves, caressing her soft skin, and she let out a soft moan.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, eliciting a low growl from deep in his throat.
His hands continued to roam her body, lingering on her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. She arched her back, pressing her chest into his touch, wanting more, needing more.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin. She shivered with pleasure, her breath hitching as he reached her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before biting down gently. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to tease and torment her nipples.
His hand drifted down her body, tracing a path over her soft belly, and then lower, to the apex of her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy aching for his touch. He slid a finger inside her, and she gasped at the sensation. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, and she reached behind her, guiding him into her. He entered her slowly, filling her completely. She moaned with pleasure, her body adjusting to his size.
He began to move, thrusting in and out of her with a slow, steady rhythm. She matched his pace, grinding her hips against him, wanting more, needing more.
He reached around, finding her clit with his fingers, and began to rub slow circles around it. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, and she knew she wouldn’t last long.
With each thrust, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, the wet sound of him fucking her, and it only served to heighten her pleasure.
She could feel the familiar tension building in her belly, the telltale sign that she was about to come. He could sense it too, and he increased his pace, driving into her harder and faster.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his own release following close behind.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat. She could feel his heart beating against her back, could hear his labored breathing.
Slowly, they pulled apart, their bodies reluctant to separate. They dressed in silence, their eyes meeting only once, a silent promise passing between them.
As he left, she turned back to the candle, watching as the flame flickered and danced. She knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be more nights like this one.
And she couldn’t wait.
