In the stillness of the night, a woman stood in front of the large window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She was nude, her thick black hair cascading down her back, the curves of her Indian heritage on full display. A bead of sweat trickled down her spine as she gazsed out into the darkness.
Behind her, a man watched, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He had been seducing her for weeks, their connection growing stronger with each stolen glance and lingering touch. Tonight, he knew, would be the night they finally came together.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. When he was close enough, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder. She startled at his touch, but did not pull away. Instead, she turned to face him, her dark eyes filled with desire.
Without a word, they fell onto the bed, their bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed over her curves, teasing her nipples and caressing her thighs. She responded in kind, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through his pants.
Foreplay was a dance, a delicate balance of give and take. He started with soft kisses, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle promise of things to come. She opened her mouth, inviting him in, and he eagerly accepted. Their tongues twined together, tasting and exploring.
He moved down, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, and moaned softly as he nibbled on her earlobe. His hands continued to roam, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a wet trail along her body. He spent extra time on her nipples, sucking and biting gently. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps. He could feel her getting wetter, her pussy begging for attention.
He finally gave in, moving down between her legs. He spread her thighs wide, exposing her glistening pussy. He wasted no time, diving in and licking her from bottom to top. She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit and driving her wild.
She begged him to fuck her, but he wasn’t done yet. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls close around him. He added a second finger, stretching her open. She was so wet, so ready for him.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He thrust inside her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies synced in a rhythm as old as time. He fucked her hard, their skin slapping together in a symphony of sex sounds. She moaned and cried out, encouraging him to go deeper, harder.
He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building. He reached down and rubbed her clit, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He followed her over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him like a freight train. He came hard, filling her with his seed.
They lay together, spent and satisfied. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
In the stillness of the night, they had found each other. And in the morning, they would do it all over again.
