[ The images come so easily to mind, are so close to his own fantasies, that he wonders if something about her effect on him gave his thoughts away. But perhaps it is the chemistry between them, the sensual connection of their preferences and the meeting of minds - whatever the case, he purrs beneath her ear. ]

I would have you keening beneath me, querida. And yes, I can see you in my greenhouse, with the sun on your skin and your fingers threaded through mine as I taste you in every way.

[ His hands skim around her body, fingers splayed beneath her shoulder blades as he draws her close and catches her earlobe between his teeth. ]

I would have you in this bed or on my couch. I would have you leaning back against me as I part your legs that I might play your body like a guitar and bask in the sweet, sweet tones of your voice wrapped around my name.

Until you begged me to finally take you.

[ His voice drops on that last sentence and his hands have fallen to the fullness of her hips. ] Would you like that, mi amor?