In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with the scent of incense and desire. A soft, sensual Indian melody played in the background as Smita, a young woman with thick, raven-black hair, stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the darkness, the curves of her body accentuated by the shadows.
Ravi, her lover, watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of her. He had spent hours seducing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, caressing her skin, and teasing her senses until she was putty in his hands. He had always been drawn to Smita, her fiery spirit and fierce independence, but tonight, he would claim her as his own.
He stood up and approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips to her neck. She sighed softly, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder, as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone.
“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a moan from her. His hands wandered up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, her ass grinding against his growing erection.
Ravi’s fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Smita gasped, her breath hitching as pleasure shot through her body. He continued to tease her, his lips and hands worshiping every inch of her skin.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He turned her around to face him, his mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every crevice as their bodies melded together.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her jawline, to her neck, and further still to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it while his hand pinched and rolled the other. Smita’s moans filled the room, her hands clutching at his shoulders as pleasure consumed her.
Ravi continued his assault on her senses, his lips and hands exploring every inch of her body. He knelt before her, his mouth finding her wet and ready. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers delving into her pussy, fucking her roughly.
Smita’s cries of pleasure grew louder, her body trembling as she approached her climax. Ravi could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing freely.
“Ravi, I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her voice a high-pitched whine.
He didn’t let up, his fingers and mouth working in tandem to push her over the edge. She came with a scream, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Ravi stood up, his cock hard and ready. He lifted Smita onto the window sill, her back facing him. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet and swollen pussy.
“Do you want this, Smita?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Yes, Ravi, fuck me!” she cried out, pushing back against him.
He entered her in one swift movement, filling her completely. She gasped, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep, building up a steady rhythm.
Smita’s moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
Their bodies moved together, their moans and sighs filling the room. Ravi could feel himself getting closer to his climax, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
“Smita, I’m going to cum!” he cried out, his voice strained.
“Cum inside me, Ravi!” she begged, her voice a high-pitched whine.
With a final, deep thrust, Ravi came, his hot seed filling her. Smita cried out, her own climax crashing over her, her body trembling as pleasure consumed her.
They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies still connected, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.
“I love you, Smita,” Ravi whispered, his lips pressed against her shoulder.
“I love you too, Ravi,” she replied, her voice soft and dreamy.
And with that, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated, their hearts beating in sync.
