In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was an Indian beauty, her thick, black hair cascading down her shoulders and pooling at the base of her spine. Her skin was a warm, golden hue, glowing in the soft light. She was nude, her curves on display, and yet she seemed lost in thought, unaware of the power she held in her presence.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes roving over her body, taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her, her beauty drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had been patient, waiting for the right moment, and now here she was, unaware of the desire that burned within him.
He moved towards her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t hear him, her focus on the window, the cityscape beyond it. He came up behind her, so close that he could feel the heat of her body, and reached out a hand. He placed it on her shoulder, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.
She turned to him, her eyes wide with surprise, and he saw the question in them. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
She gasped, her lips parting in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment. He kissed her, his lips pressing against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. She responded, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer.
Their clothes fell away, discarded in their haste to be together. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her breasts, where he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping his hair.
He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before delving between her legs. She was wet, ready for him, and he groaned at the thought of being inside her.
He knelt before her, his eyes locked on hers, and spread her legs wider. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He licked and sucked, his fingers working in tandem with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
She came with a cry, her body shuddering in his arms. He stood, his cock hard and ready, and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and he entered her in one swift thrust.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against hers, his cock driving deeper and deeper. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room.
He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock swelling. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, and came, his seed filling her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent, their breaths slowing. He kissed her, his lips gentle against hers, and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She smiled, her eyes shining with happiness, and whispered back, “I’ve wanted you too.”
They lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore, so much more to experience. But for now, they were content, their desires sated, their bodies and souls connected in a way that only two people who are meant to be together can be.
