The room was filled with a thick, sensual energy as the Indian woman, Smita, stood before the large floor-length mirror. She ran her fingers through her long, black hair, letting it cascade down her bare, caramel-colored shoulders. Her back was to the door, her perfectly round ass on display. She was nude, her thick curves beckoning to the viewer.
Smita had been waiting for him, her lover, to arrive. She knew he would be enchanted by her beauty and could not resist the allure of her body. And she was right, as she heard the door creak open, she felt his presence behind her.
Without turning around, she looked at him through the mirror. He was standing there, taking in the sight of her. His eyes were wide with desire, his mouth slightly agape. She slowly ran her hands over her body, teasing him, making him want her even more.
“Come here,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He obeyed, moving closer to her. She could feel his breath on her neck as he stood behind her. She leaned back into him, feeling his hardness pressing against her.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her lips brushing against his ear.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She could feel his hands exploring her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She moaned softly as he touched her, her body responding to his touch.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. She could feel herself getting lost in the moment, her body aching for more.
He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck. He nibbled and licked at her skin, making her moan even louder. She could feel herself getting wet, her body ready for him.
He continued to explore her body, his hands and mouth driving her wild with desire. She reached behind her, grabbing his hard cock. She stroked it, feeling it throb in her hand.
He growled, his desire for her reaching its peak. He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, ready to enter her.
But he didn’t, not yet. He wanted to tease her, to make her beg for it. He started to kiss her again, his lips and tongue exploring her body. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her body begging for more.
He finally gave in, his cock entering her. She cried out, her body welcoming him. He started to move, his thrusts getting harder and faster. She matched his rhythm, her body moving with his.
They reached their peak together, their bodies shuddering in ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love. “I love you too,” he said, before kissing her again.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The room was still filled with a thick, sensual energy, but it was no longer just about desire. It was about love, about connection, about two people becoming one.
And that’s what made their lovemaking so special, so intense. It was more than just sex. It was a union of two souls, a union that would last a lifetime.
