| Putting her hands through her cascading black hair she smiled. “God, I love this song.” While she hummed the song, she invited him to the bed, where she was now on her knees dancing.
He joined her on the bed also on his knees while she danced sensually and touched herself intimately.
“Do you know what my favorite color is, Marco?”
That was a no brainer. “Rojo as in red?”
“That’s why you brought me red flowers on our first date and why we’ll dance so fervently to this song.” She was almost breathless, speaking the title of the song in Spanish, “La mujer de rojo”
Marco frowned, although it did sound like a great thing to do for a woman like her, he’d never done such a thing for any woman. Ever.
“Paola, I have never done such things for you. In fact, I’ve never done anything romantic for any woman whatsoever.”
She chuckled. “Oh, you’ll learn to do that with me. You’ll learn all kinds of things like how to touch Paola in the depths of her soul, her heart and her sexual needs.”
Without delay, she took his hands and guided him towards her legs, spreading it with his manly hands. Wider. Wider. Then she brought him in with her. |
