In the dimly lit room, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the thick black hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her Indian heritage evident in the caramel tone of her skin and the curves that beckoned. A babe, yes, but also a woman of strength and allure.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the fullness of her breasts. His gaze lingered on the dark triangle between her thighs, and he felt his own body respond.
She turned, sensing his gaze, and their eyes met. Hers were dark and inviting, and he felt a shiver of desire run down his spine. She moved towards him, her hips swaying with a grace that was mesmerizing.
Their lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, then grew in intensity. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her skin, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She responded with a moan, her own hands exploring his body, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through his pants.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, making her gasp. His hands continued their exploration, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
He knelt before her, his hands on her hips, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to the apex of her thighs. She gasped as his tongue found her clit, circling it, teasing it, before plunging into her wet pussy. She moaned, her hands on his head, holding him in place as he feasted on her.
He stood, his cock straining against his pants. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. He kicked off his pants, his cock springing free. She reached for it, her fingers wrapping around the girth, stroking it, making him groan.
He lifted her, his hands on her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her in one thrust, filling her completely. She moaned, her head thrown back, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He began to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. She met each thrust with one of her own, their bodies slapping together, their moans filling the room. He could feel her climax building, her pussy tightening around his cock.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed her over the edge, his cum filling her, their moans mingling in the shadows.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He looked at her, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, her eyes half-closed in post-coital bliss. He knew in that moment that he would never get enough of her.
And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, the shadows danced around them, whispers of pleasure and desire echoing in the room.
