In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back to the entrance. She was nude, her thick curves illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends brushing against the curves of her hips. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of mocha, and her body a testament to the allure of the feminine form.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, and now, here she was, offering herself to him. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn around, but he knew she knew he was there. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, the way her breath hitched in her throat.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the small of her back. She shivered at his touch, her body swaying towards him. He traced the curve of her spine, his fingers lingering on the dip at the base. She was his now, and he was going to make sure she knew it.
He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her waist. She melted into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness between her thighs. She wanted him, and he was going to give her what she wanted.
He kissed the back of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He kissed her again, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. She turned her head, her lips finding his. They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He licked and nibbled, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She arched her back, her body begging for more. He obliged, his hands cupping her breasts. He squeezed and caressed, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He moved his hands down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. He slipped his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He stroked her, his fingers playing with her clit. She moaned louder, her body grinding against his hand.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her. He turned her around, his lips finding hers again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, his cock pressing against her wetness.
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding in inch by inch. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time.
He fucked her hard, his cock pounding into her. She moaned, her body trembling beneath him. He could feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around his cock. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
She came, her body convulsing around his cock. He fucked her through her orgasm, his cock still hard and ready for more. She moaned, her body still trembling with pleasure. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He came, his cock pulsing inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. He kissed her, his lips brushing against hers. She smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. They had danced the dance of desire, and it had been beautiful.
