In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair and caramel skin stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She was nude, her curves accentuated by the chiaroscuro effect. A woman of Indian descent, she was an exotic beauty, her raven hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She was a babe, in the true sense of the word – a woman who commanded attention and desire.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in her form with a hungry gaze. He was a white man, older than her, with graying hair and a rugged charm. He had met her at a conference in Delhi, and they had been inseparable ever since. He was drawn to her, not just for her beauty, but for her intellect and her spirit.
She turned around, her eyes meeting his. A slow smile spread across her face as she saw him watching her. She moved towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically. He felt his body respond to her, his cock hardening in anticipation.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Her eyes never leaving his, she leaned down, her hair creating a curtain around their faces. She kissed him, her lips soft and eager. He responded, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She moaned into the kiss, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. He continued down, his tongue tracing a path to her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, alternating between them. She arched her back, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.
He moved down further, his lips trailing down her stomach. He reached her navel, dipping his tongue in it. She giggled, her hands reaching down to pull him up. But he had other plans. He continued down, his lips reaching her pubic mound.
He spread her legs, his eyes taking in her glistening pussy. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hands reaching down to push his head closer. He licked her, his tongue exploring her folds. He found her clit, sucking on it gently. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his face.
He slid a finger into her, feeling her wetness coat his finger. He added another, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She moaned, her back arching off the bed. He continued to lick and finger her, feeling her getting closer to her orgasm.
She came with a loud moan, her juices flowing out of her. He licked her clean, savoring her taste. He moved back up, his cock pressing against her entrance. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She nodded, giving him permission.
He slid into her, feeling her tightness envelop him. He paused, giving her time to adjust. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. She met him, her hips rising to meet his.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder. She moaned, her nails digging into his back. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, feeling her getting closer to another orgasm.
She came again, her moans echoing in the room. He followed her, his cock twitching inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the smell of their lovemaking. It was a sacred union, a testament to their desire for each other.
They fell asleep, their bodies still entwined. The moonlight continued to bathe the room, casting a soft glow on their naked bodies. It was a sight of beauty, a sight of love. It was a sight that would be etched in their memories forever.
