In the dimly lit room, a woman stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the fading sunlight streaming in from the window. She was utterly naked, her black hair cascading down her back in thick, lustrous waves. Her skin was a warm, golden brown, glowing in the soft light. She was a stunning Indian woman, with curves in all the right places and an air of confidence that only added to her allure.
He watched her from the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, ever since he had first laid eyes on her at the local market. He had been captivated by her beauty, her grace, and the way she carried herself with such poise and assurance.
He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving her. She must have sensed his presence, because she slowly turned to face him, her full lips curling into a seductive smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she purred, her voice like honey.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I’ve been thinking about you,” he stammered, feeling like a schoolboy again.
She took a step towards him, her hips swaying gently. “And what have you been thinking about?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He took a deep breath, summoning all his courage. “I’ve been thinking about this,” he said, reaching out to touch her.
She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as his fingers traced a path down her arm. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that matched his own.
He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her nipples again, his tongue swirling around the hard buds. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
He moved lower, his lips brushing against the soft curve of her belly. She gasped as his tongue delved into her navel, tracing lazy circles around the indent.
He knelt between her legs, his eyes locked on hers. She bit her bottom lip, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was wet, her juices coating his tongue in a sweet, tangy flavor.
He licked and suckled at her, his fingers teasing her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her breath hitching. He quickened his pace, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring her to the brink.
She cried out, her body shuddering as she came. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
When she finally stilled, he stood, his cock hard and aching. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
He reached for her, his hands on her hips as he lifted her, impaling her on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her head falling back as he fucked her.
He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening, his cock swelling. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper.
She cried out as she came again, her pussy tightening around his cock. He couldn’t hold back anymore, his orgasm ripping through him as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
He looked at her, his eyes full of wonder. “That was amazing,” he whispered.
She smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “Yes, it was.”
And as they lay there, spent and satisfied, he knew that this was just the beginning of their love story.
