In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back towards the door. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends brushing the small of her back. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the room’s lone lamp. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a warm caramel hue, and her body a testament to the allure of the exotic.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her mysterious aura drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had been patient, waiting for the right moment to make his move. And now, here she was, standing before him, offering herself to him.
He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn to face him, instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her. He could see the goosebumps on her arms, the slight tremble in her legs. She was nervous, but also excited. He could smell her arousal, the sweet scent of her desire filling the air.
He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He trailed his fingers down her arm, tracing the curve of her waist before coming to rest on her hip. She leaned back into him, her body molding to his.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She turned her head, her eyes meeting his. He could see the desire in her gaze, the want and need that mirrored his own.
He kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his hands continuing to explore her body. He slipped one hand between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped at his touch, her hips bucking against his hand.
He slid a finger inside her, her walls tight and hot around him. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He added a second finger, stretching her. She was so tight, so hot. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. She was wet, her pussy slick with her arousal. He slid in easily, her walls gripping him tightly. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass.
She reached back, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled him closer, her lips finding his. He could taste her desire, the sweetness of her lips driving him wild. He fucked her harder, his hips pistoning in and out of her.
She broke the kiss, her head falling back against his shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body trembling beneath him. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her orgasm building.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She moaned louder, her body shaking as she came. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm triggering his own.
He came, his hot seed filling her. She moaned, her body still trembling. He pulled out, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop. She turned to face him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. He nodded, his eyes taking in her flushed skin, her swollen lips. He couldn’t agree more.
They lay down on the bed, their bodies entwined. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, matching his own. He smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
This was just the beginning. He had a feeling that their nights together would only get hotter. And he couldn’t wait.
