In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. Her long, thick hair was as dark as the night sky, cascading down to her waist in lustrous waves. She was nude, her bronze skin glowing in the soft light. The woman was Indian, her curves exotic and alluring. She glanced over her shoulder, her full lips curving into a seductive smile.
He had been watching her for what felt like an eternity. The way her hips swayed as she moved, the graceful arch of her back, the curve of her ass. He had wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her, and now, she was offering herself to him.
He crossed the room, his eyes never leaving her. He stopped behind her, his hands reaching out to touch the soft skin of her shoulders. She shivered under his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She turned to face him, her eyes dark with passion. “I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He crushed his lips to hers, his tongue delving into her mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She arched her back, her head falling back to give him better access. He licked and nibbled his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He knelt before her, his hands spreading her legs apart. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice full of conviction.
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, yours.”
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was wet, her juices coating his tongue. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers working their way into her pussy. She was tight, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He added another finger, stretching her open.
She was moaning, her hips bucking against his mouth. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his fingers. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster against her clit. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers. “Ready?” he asked, his voice strained.
She nodded, her eyes shining with desire. “Yes, please.”
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He started to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips moving in rhythm with his.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She was moaning, her breath coming in short gasps. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his cock.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed close behind, his own orgasm crashing over him. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat. He looked at her, his eyes filled with affection. “I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled, her eyes shining with love. “I love you too.”
They fell asleep, their bodies entwined. The room was silent, the only sound their soft breathing. It was a perfect moment, a moment they would cherish forever.
