In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the light streaming in from the hallway. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the half-light. Her back was to me, the curve of her spine leading down to the gentle swell of her hips. She was an Indian beauty, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders and back, ending just above the luscious curve of her buttocks.
I had wanted her from the moment I saw her, my lust growing stronger with each passing day. I had been patient, biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to make my move. And now, here she was, standing before me, her body begging for my touch.
I approached her slowly, my footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As I drew closer, I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I reached out, my fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder, and she shivered at my touch.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.
She turned to face me, her eyes wide with desire. “I’ve wanted you too,” she replied, her voice husky with need.
I kissed her then, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that could not be quenched. I ran my hands over her body, cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath my fingertips.
She moaned, her body pressing against mine, her hips grinding against my growing erection. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy. She was already wet, her juices coating my fingers as I slid them inside her.
She broke our kiss, her head falling back as I began to finger her, my thumb circling her clit. “Yes, oh god, yes,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
I continued to finger her, my other hand kneading her breast, my thumb teasing her nipple. She was close, her moans becoming louder, more urgent. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
She sagged against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
I picked her up, my arms supporting her as I carried her to the bed. I laid her down, her body splayed out before me like a feast. I knelt between her legs, my cock throbbing with need.
I leaned down, my tongue flicking out to taste her pussy. She was still wet, her juices coating my tongue as I licked and sucked at her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face as I brought her to the brink of another orgasm.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock poised to plunge into her depths.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her eyes wide with desire. “Yes, please, fuck me,” she begged.
I thrust into her, my cock filling her completely. She gasped, her body tensing around me as I began to move, my hips pistoning in and out of her. She met me thrust for thrust, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time itself.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, and I began to rub her, my fingers working her swollen nub as I continued to fuck her.
She cried out, her body trembling as she came again, her pussy milking my cock as I continued to thrust into her. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my cum filling her pussy as I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in time with each other. I kissed her, my lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle embrace.
“I love you,” I whispered, my breath warm against her skin.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice filled with “`sql love and contentment.
And in that moment, as we lay there in the dimly lit room, our bodies spent and sated, I knew that I had found my perfect match, my soulmate, my everything. “`
