The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the swaying leaves and blooming flowers. Among them, a woman with raven-black hair and caramel-colored skin stood, her almond-shaped eyes closed as she breathed in the fragrant air. She was a vision of beauty, her curves full and voluptuous, her silhouette bathed in a sensual halo.
She was an Indian woman, proud of her heritage and her body. She wore nothing but her own confidence, her back turned to the house, her black hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Her dark eyes were half-lidded, her lips slightly parted as she savored the cool breeze that caressed her bare skin. She knew she was being watched, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her.
She heard the soft padding of footsteps behind her, the rustling of leaves as someone approached. She didn’t turn around, didn’t need to. She knew who it was, her lover, a man of Indian descent as well, with a muscular build and a thick, swirling mustache that matched his dark eyes. He was a man who knew how to please a woman, how to make her body sing with pleasure.
He came to a stop behind her, his chest brushing against her back, his arms encircling her waist. She leaned into him, her heart beating faster as she felt his hard length pressing against her soft curves. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her, from her full breasts to her wide hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
His lips found her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, his words sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder as she surrendered to his touch.
He kissed a trail down her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a wet, tingling path on her skin. His hands continued their exploration, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his hands, wanting more, needing more.
He obliged, his fingers teasing her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making her moan louder. His other hand traveled down her body, over her soft belly, to the apex of her thighs. She was wet, ready for him, her pussy throbbing with need.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her warmth, her slickness. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of his fingers inside her.
He withdrew his fingers, his thumb taking their place, rubbing slow circles around her clit. She moaned, her body moving with the rhythm of his thumb, her hips grinding against his hand. He increased the pressure, making her moan louder, her breathing ragged.
She was close, so close to the edge. He could feel it, the tension in her body, the way she trembled in his arms. He knew she was ready, and he was more than ready for her.
He positioned himself behind her, his hard length pressing against her wet folds. She moaned, pushing back against him, wanting him inside her. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. She gasped, her body adjusting to his size, her muscles clenching around him.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against her, his pace steady and slow. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of him inside her. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. She moaned louder, her body moving with his, their rhythm in sync.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles around it. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. He increased the pressure, making her moan louder, her breathing ragged. She was close, so close to the edge.
He thrust deeper, harder, faster. She moaned, her body trembling, her muscles clenching around him. He rubbed her clit faster, making her moan louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
She came, her orgasm washing over her, a wave of pleasure that left her breathless and trembling. He continued to thrust, drawing out her pleasure, making her moan louder. He followed her, his own release taking him by surprise, his body shuddering with pleasure.
They stood there, their bodies entwined, their breathing ragged. The cool breeze caressed their sweat-slicked skin, the moon casting its silvery glow upon them. They were one, united in their pleasure, their love.
They pulled away, their bodies still trembling with aftershocks. They dressed, their movements slow and deliberate. They walked back to the house, their hands entwined, their hearts beating as one.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies exhausted, their minds at peace. They knew they would have many more nights like this, many more moments of pleasure and love. They were in this together, forever entwined, their love as strong as the moon’s glow.
