The night was still, the moon casting a soft glow over the city. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was Indian, with thick black hair that fell in waves down her back. Her curves were generous, her skin a rich shade of brown. She was nude, her body bathed in the soft light that spilled into the room from the hallway.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in her beauty. He was a white man, tall and muscular, with a rugged charm that had drawn her to him. He had been with many women, but there was something about her that had captivated him. Perhaps it was her exotic beauty, or the way she moved with a grace that was both seductive and elegant. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough of her.
She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. A slow smile spread across her face as she saw the desire in his gaze. She crooked a finger, beckoning him to come closer. He obeyed, moving towards her with a predator’s grace.
Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and eliciting soft moans from her lips. She responded in kind, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest and abdomen.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dueling in a dance as old as time. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp in pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and shoulder. She shivered in pleasure, her nipples hardening under his gaze. He took one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until she was moaning his name.
His hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his. He could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through his boxers.
He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, her body a testament to the beauty of the female form.
He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her clit. She gasped in pleasure, her hips bucking upwards. He licked and sucked on her clit, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his finger. She was ready for him, her body begging for more. He added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and love that mirrored his own. He thrust into her, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
He started to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.
He increased his pace, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned in pleasure, her body moving in time with his. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing with need.
He thrust deeper, his cock hitting her G-spot. She cried out in pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. He rolled off her, pulling her close. They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they drifted off to sleep.
The night had been filled with passion and love, a testament to their connection. And as they slept, they knew that their love would only grow stronger with time.
