In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the city lights behind her. She was nude, her thick figure illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her firm, round buttocks. She was an Indian beauty, a babe who knew how to captivate a man with her allure.
He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious body. He had been seducing her all evening, starting with a simple glance across the crowded bar and culminating in this moment. She had been resistant at first, but he knew how to wear her down, how to stoke the fire that burned within her until she was putty in his hands.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath his feet. She didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge his presence, but he knew she knew he was there. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, the slight tremble in her legs. He was close now, so close he could reach out and touch her.
He didn’t.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. She gasped, her body tensing at his touch, but he didn’t let go. He held her there, his hands roaming over her soft, smooth skin, his lips pressed against her ear.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I’ve been wanting you since the moment I saw you.”
She didn’t respond, but he could feel her heart racing, could hear the quick intake of breath as he trailed his fingers down her arms, across her stomach, and lower still. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch.
She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, and he took that as his cue. He kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her shoulder, his teeth nibbling at her sensitive skin. She arched against him, her ass grinding against his growing erection, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He spun her around, his hands on her hips, and looked into her eyes. They were dark, clouded with desire, and he could see the fire burning within her. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as he deepened the kiss.
She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. He could feel her body pressed against his, her breasts crushed against his chest, her hips grinding against his erection. He growled, his hands moving down to her ass, cupping her firm cheeks as he lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers as he continued to kiss her. His hands roamed over her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, his palm cupping her pussy.
She was wet, her juices coating his fingers as he slid them inside her. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his hand, her nails digging into his back. He added a second finger, curling them inside her, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.
He found it, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came. He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to move inside her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. She was panting, her body trembling as he finally pulled his fingers out.
He kissed her again, his lips moving down her body, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, across her hip, and lower still. He spread her legs, his thumbs teasing her inner thighs, and looked at her pussy.
She was beautiful, her lips swollen and wet, her clit peeking out from beneath its hood. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, to savor her unique flavor. She moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as he licked and sucked at her clit.
He slid a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit as he fucked her with his finger. She was moaning louder now, her hands fisted in the sheets as she rode his finger, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.
He added a second finger, his thumb still working her clit, and she came again, her body trembling as she screamed his name. He didn’t stop, his fingers moving inside her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
Finally, he pulled his fingers out, his tongue licking at her juices, savoring the taste of her. He kissed his way up her body, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to fuel her desire.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressed against her entrance. She looked into his eyes, her hands on his hips, and nodded. He pushed inside her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her walls as he bottomed out.
He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, and then he started to move. He pulled out, almost all the way, before sliding back in, his pace slow and steady. She moaned, her hands moving to his ass, pulling him deeper inside her.
He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against hers as he fucked her harder, faster. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
He could feel the pressure building, could feel his balls drawing up close to his body. He knew he was close, but he wanted her to come again first. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and he rubbed it in time with his thrusts.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came again, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She turned to him, her hand resting on his chest, and smiled.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams.
He smiled, his hand covering hers, and kissed her forehead.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed. “But we’re not done yet.”
And with that, he rolled on top of her, his cock already hardening again, and began to make love to her once more.
