In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. She was Nalini, an Indian woman of 25, with a full, voluptuous figure and a cascade of thick, black hair that fell to her waist. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, glowing in the soft light.
Nalini was completely naked, her body a testament to the beauty of the female form. Her back was to him, the curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her hips, the roundness of her buttocks. She was a goddess, a vision of beauty and sensuality.
He watched her, his gaze tracing the lines of her body, the softness of her flesh. He was drawn to her, his desire growing with every passing moment. He wanted her, needed her. He needed to feel her body against his, needed to taste her, to touch her.
Slowly, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the softness of her skin. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. She turned to him, her eyes meeting his, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He could taste the sweetness of her lips, the warmth of her breath. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her hips.
She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his. He could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, the heat between her legs growing.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her body trembling. He continued down, his lips meeting the softness of her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, his tongue swirling around them.
She moaned louder, her hands gripping his hair. He could feel her body writhing against his, her hips grinding against his.
He moved lower, his lips meeting the softness of her belly. He kissed her there, his tongue tracing circles around her navel. She gasped, her body trembling even more.
He reached her hips, his fingers tracing the curves of her buttocks. He spread her legs, his tongue meeting the wetness of her pussy. She moaned louder, her body bucking against his.
He licked her, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She tasted sweet, like honey. He could feel her body trembling, her moans growing louder.
He inserted a finger into her, feeling her tightness. He moved it in and out, his tongue still on her clit. She moaned louder, her body grinding against his.
He could feel her getting closer, her moans growing louder. He quickened his pace, his finger moving faster, his tongue still on her clit.
She cried out, her body trembling as she came. He could feel her pussy clenching around his finger, her juices flowing out.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his tip meeting the wetness of her pussy. He pushed himself in, feeling her tightness.
She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started moving, his hips thrusting against hers. She met his thrusts, her body moving with his.
He could feel himself getting closer, his body trembling. He moved faster, his thrusts growing harder. She moaned louder, her body grinding against his.
He cried out, his body trembling as he came. He could feel his juices flowing out, mixing with hers.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding.
They didn’t need words. They had said everything with their bodies. They had spoken the language of love, the language of passion.
They had made love. They had created a sacred union.
