It was a warm summer night in the bustling city of Mumbai. The streets were alive with the sounds of horns and laughter, but inside a small, dimly lit apartment, the only sounds were the soft whispers of two lovers.
Sumitra, a young woman with thick black hair and caramel skin, stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She was completely nude, her curves on full display. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin as she thought about the man waiting for her in her bed.
Rajan, a tall and handsome Indian man with piercing brown eyes, lay on his side, watching Sumitra through heavy-lidded eyes. He had been watching her for several minutes, admiring her beauty and the way the moonlight streamed in through the window, casting her in a soft glow.
Sumitra turned to face Rajan, her eyes meeting his. She smiled slowly, a seductive look in her eyes. She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying with every step. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Rajan’s legs.
She leaned down, her hair falling in a curtain around their faces as she pressed her lips to his. He groaned, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Rajan’s hands moved down her body, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips. He pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers. She moaned, her head falling back as he trailed kisses down her neck.
He reached down, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he circled her clit, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, pumping them in and out of her. She rode his hand, her breath coming in short gasps.
She sat up, her eyes meeting his. She reached down, guiding him inside her. He groaned as she sank down onto him, her walls tight around him. She started to move, her hips rocking back and forth.
He reached up, cupping her breasts as she rode him. She leaned forward, her hair falling around their faces as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
She broke the kiss, her head falling back as she rode him harder. He moved his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. She moaned, her breath coming in short gasps.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her tighten around him. She moaned, her hips stuttering as she came. He groaned, his own release following close behind.
She collapsed onto him, her head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal, their bodies slick with sweat.
After a few minutes, she rolled off him, snuggling up to his side. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She looked up at him, a sleepy smile on her lips.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The only sounds in the room were the soft whispers of two lovers, lost in their own little world.
