In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed in the doorway. She was of Indian descent, her black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. Her curves were ample, and she moved with a grace that spoke of confidence and sensuality. She was a vision of beauty, and she knew it.
His name was Ravi, and he was captivated by her from the moment he saw her. He had been sitting in the dimly lit room, nursing a drink, when she walked in. He had watched as she moved through the crowd, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. He had felt his heart quicken as she approached him, her dark eyes locked on his.
“Dance with me,” she had said, her voice husky and low.
He had hesitated for only a moment before standing and taking her hand. Together, they had moved to the music, their bodies pressed close. He had felt her heat, her breath on his neck, and he had known that he wanted her.
As they danced, she had whispered in his ear, her words sending shivers down his spine.
“I want you,” she had said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He had groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her closer. He had felt her pelvis grind against his, the heat between them intense.
“Not here,” he had managed to say, his voice strained. “My place.”
She had nodded, her lips curving into a seductive smile. “Lead the way.”
Once they had arrived at his apartment, they had barely made it to the bedroom before their clothes were off. He had watched as she lay back on the bed, her body on display for him. She was a goddess, and he was her willing worshipper.
He had started with her lips, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed her body. She had moaned, her hips arching off the bed as she pressed herself against him. He had moved down, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and chest. He had teased her nipples with his tongue, eliciting gasps and moans from her.
He had continued to move down, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her body. He had reached her hips, and he had gently spread her legs. He had looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he lowered his head to her most intimate of places.
She had cried out as his tongue made contact with her clit, her hips bucking off the bed. He had licked and sucked, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before slowing down. He had wanted to make this last, to draw out her pleasure.
Finally, she had begged for release, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please, Ravi, I need to come.”
He had quickened his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit as his fingers entered her. She had cried out as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
He had waited until she had come down from her high before moving up to kiss her. She had tasted herself on his lips, and she had moaned with pleasure.
“Now it’s your turn,” she had whispered, her voice seductive.
He had rolled onto his back, and she had straddled him. She had taken him inside her, her pussy hot and wet. She had started to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she rode him.
He had watched as she moved, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He had reached up to cup them, his thumbs teasing her nipples. She had moaned, her head thrown back as she rode him harder.
He had felt his own orgasm building, and he had grabbed her hips, guiding her as he thrust up into her. She had cried out as she came again, her pussy clenching around him.
He had followed her over the edge, his orgasm intense and powerful. He had collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
She had lay down beside him, her head resting on his chest. They had lain there, their bodies slick with sweat, as they caught their breath.
“That was amazing,” she had said, her voice soft.
He had nodded, unable to find the words to express how he was feeling.
They had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined. They had known that this was the start of something special, something that would change their lives forever.
The end.
