In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was an Indian beauty, her thick black hair cascading down her back in loose waves, her caramel skin glowing in the warm light. She was nude, her body a work of art, every curve and line showcasing her femininity.
She traced her fingers over her shoulders, down her arms, and across her flat stomach, her touch sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed as she imagined the sensation of his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. She wanted him, needed him, and she knew he felt the same.
She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his as he lay on the bed, his gaze filled with desire. She strutted towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically, her confidence radiating off her in waves. She climbed onto the bed, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands on his chest.
They kissed, their lips meeting in a passionate dance, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She moaned into his mouth, her body begging for more.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, his touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
She gasped as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud, his teeth gently biting down. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close, never wanting him to stop. He switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, his hands roaming over her body, his touch setting her skin ablaze.
He trailed his lips down her stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of her abs, his hands gripping her hips. She looked down at him, her breath hitching as he reached her core. He looked up at her, a wicked smile on his face, before diving in.
She cried out as his tongue hit her clit, her hips bucking off the bed as he licked and sucked, his fingers sliding inside her. She was soaking wet, her body ready for him. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to fall over, he pulled away, his fingers still inside her. She looked at him, her eyes pleading, her body begging for release.
He climbed up her body, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the mix of sweet and salty driving her wild. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her, before thrusting inside her.
She cried out as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He started slow, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his fingers finding her clit again. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting more.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer.
With one final thrust, she fell over the edge, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed soon after, his release filling her, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy. She traced her fingers over his back, her heart still racing, her body still humming with pleasure. She knew this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this. And she couldn’t wait.
