In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, nude black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the warm light spilling in from the hallway. She was an Indian beauty, her bare skin glowing with the promise of sweat-slicked passion.
The door creaked open, and a man stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to the alluring figure before him. He closed the door softly, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of her. She didn’t turn around, but her body tensed, as if sensing his presence.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. When he was close enough to touch her, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the small of her back. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s me,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
She turned to face him then, her eyes wide with surprise and something else he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t give her a chance to speak, instead, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.
She responded eagerly, her body melting against his. His hands roamed over her curves, memorizing every inch of her. He broke the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her bare breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from her. He teased it with his tongue, before moving on to the other, giving it the same attention.
His hands continued to explore her body, one finding its way between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick with desire. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls contract around him. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She was panting now, her body tense with pleasure. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He didn’t give her time to recover, instead, he lifted her, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his cock hard and ready.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet folds, teasing her. She moaned, her hips rising to meet him. He slid inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He started to move, slowly at first, then faster. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together. He reached down, finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her walls contract around him as she came again.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, his orgasm ripping through him. He filled her, his cum mixing with her wetness. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, panting, their hearts beating in sync. He rolled off her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest, her hand on his heart.
They didn’t speak, there was no need for words. They had said everything they needed to say with their bodies. The room was still dimly lit, but the shadows had shifted, the whispers of their passion lingering in the air.
