The soft glow of the moon cast a silver light through the open window, illuminating the room in a gentle haze. Lying on the bed, her black hair spread out in a thick, silky fan, was the beautiful Indian woman, Smita. She was completely nude, her curves and the softness of her skin on display in the dim light. Her back was turned to the window, her dark eyes half-lidded as she gazed at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.
Smita had always been a sensual woman, and she had never been shy about embracing her desires. She loved the feeling of her own body, the way it moved and the pleasure it could bring her. She ran her fingers over her smooth skin, tracing the curve of her hip and the swell of her breast. Her nipples hardened at her own touch, and she let out a soft sigh.
She had been thinking about him all day, the man she had met at the market earlier that day. He was tall and handsome, with dark skin and eyes that seemed to see straight into her soul. She had felt a connection with him, an attraction that she couldn’t deny. And when he had asked her to come back to his place, she had agreed without hesitation.
Now, as she lay in his bed, she could still feel the heat of his body next to hers. She could still remember the way his hands had felt on her skin, the way he had kissed her, his lips hot and urgent against hers. She wanted him again, wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, taking her to the heights of pleasure.
She rolled over, her body moving with a fluid grace, and looked at him. He was lying on his side, watching her with a hungry look in his eyes. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile, and reached out to him. He moved closer, his body pressed against hers, and she could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh.
He kissed her, his lips rough and demanding, and she opened her mouth to him, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she gasped, her back arching as the pleasure coursed through her.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling and licking at her skin, and she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. He moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and she writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his.
He reached her breasts, his mouth closing around one hard nipple, and she cried out, her back arching as the pleasure shot through her. He sucked and licked at her nipples, his hands cupping and caressing her breasts, and she moaned, her hips grinding against his.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her stomach, and she gasped as he reached her hips, his lips and tongue teasing her inner thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath against her pussy, and she spread her legs wider, wanting, needing him to taste her.
He didn’t disappoint, his tongue darting out to taste her, licking and sucking at her clit. She moaned, her hips grinding against his face as the pleasure washed over her. He slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, her back arching as he began to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue still working her clit.
She could feel the orgasm building inside her, her muscles clenching around his fingers as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. She cried out, her hips bucking as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her breathless and spent.
He moved up her body, his lips and tongue tasting her skin, and she moaned, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and hot against her pussy, and she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.
He thrust into her, filling her completely, and she gasped, her back arching as the pleasure washed over her again. He began to fuck her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, and she moaned, her fingers digging into his back.
He increased his pace, his hips moving faster and harder, and she cried out, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and he began to rub her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her back arching as the pleasure became almost unbearable, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other, and she smiled, her eyes closed in contentment. This was what she wanted, what she needed. And she knew that she would never get enough of him.
