Radhika, an Indian beauty with thick, raven black hair, stood in front of the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall. She had just stepped out of a long, hot shower and was completely nude, her back facing the mirror. She admired her curves, the way her waist dipped in, highlighting her generous hips and full, round bottom.
She ran her fingers through her damp hair, letting it cascade down her back in a waterfall of curls. She turned to the side, admiring her profile, the curve of her breast, the flair of her hip, and the length of her legs. She felt a stirring between her legs, a warmth that spread through her body.
She heard a soft knock on the door and turned to see her lover, Arjun, standing in the doorway. He was a tall, handsome man with a chiseled jaw and piercing dark eyes. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze taking in every inch of her.
“You are beautiful,” he said, his voice low and deep.
Radhika smiled, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. “Come here,” she said, holding out her hand.
Arjun crossed the room in two long strides, taking her hand in his. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. Radhika let out a soft moan, tilting her head to give him better access.
Arjun’s hands began to wander, caressing her hips, her waist, her breasts. Radhika arched into his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers. He pinched and twisted them, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Radhika reached behind her, her fingers finding Arjun’s hard length through his pants. She rubbed him through the fabric, feeling him jump under her touch.
“Take these off,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
