[ His back hits the mattress and he almost forgets to breathe. This is a different side to her. One he'd glimpsed briefly and not a moment more. His lips are dry with want, his breaths short when she rolls her hips and his own rise up to meet her rhythm.
When he blinks, and gold seeps into his irises, anticipation building eith each passing second. ]
Will you ride me, querida?
[ The words leave him like a caress and he lets his gaze rake appreciatively over her nakedness. ]
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When he blinks, and gold seeps into his irises, anticipation building eith each passing second. ]
Will you ride me, querida?
[ The words leave him like a caress and he lets his gaze rake appreciatively over her nakedness. ]