The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a penthouse apartment, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was Indian, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her body was a work of art, a testament to the beauty of the feminine form. She was nude, her curves on display for no one but herself.
He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her, and now here she was, within his reach. He approached her slowly, his movements silent. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her belly. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder.
Their lips met in a soft kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. His hands began to wander, exploring every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
He kissed a trail down her neck, his lips finding her earlobe. He nibbled on it gently, eliciting another moan from her. His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. He slipped one hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. She reached up, her fingers tracing his jawline. She pulled him down for another kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers.
He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. His cock was hard, pressing against her thigh. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his length. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip. He groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.
He kissed a path down her body, his lips finding her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
His lips continued their descent, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach. He reached her hips, his fingers parting her folds. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, giving him permission.
He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers sliding in and out of her. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing.
He slipped a finger inside her ass, his tongue still working her clit. She cried out, her body trembling as she came. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm. She finally pushed him away, her body spent.
He moved up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire. She nodded, giving him permission. He pushed inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge.
She came again, her body trembling beneath him. He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching as he came inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined. He rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her. She cuddled up to him, her head resting on his chest. They fell asleep, their bodies sated and content.
Their lovemaking was a dance, a beautiful and sensual dance that they shared. It was a dance that they would share many more times, each time more passionate than the last. It was a dance that would bind them together, forever entwined in each other’s arms.
