She oozed confidence and sensuality and possessed a positive outlook on life that suited his own perspective.
Happiness radiated from her eyes, a happiness that called to his very soul.
Those stunning irises grinned up at him now, her lips curling against his as she maneuvered him to his back and straddled his hips. Their bodies connected automatically, his cock sliding into her hot, wet channel.
Her nails bit into his pecs as she began to move, her breasts swaying with each beautiful shift of her lower half. He lifted himself to meet her, matching her pace without provocation.
It was slow, not rushed.
Patient. Engaging. Sensual.
He pushed himself upright to kiss her, then wrapped his palm around the back of her neck to drag her over him to maintain the connection between their torsos and their hips.
She allowed it, the little vixen preferring his control.
So he flipped her and drove deep inside her, drawing a sweet gasp from her mouth.
“Harder,” she breathed.
“No.” He wanted to keep the tender pace between them, to coax out the passion lurking deep within her soul.
And afterward, he would take her to breakfast somewhere.
Her teeth sank into his bottom lip in protest.
He caught her wrists and pulled her arms over her head to secure her hands beneath one of his. Then he palmed and squeezed her breast in subtle reprimand, tweaking the nipple as he continued to slowly fill her to the hilt and draw out again.
She growled.
He grinned.
Then her power wrapped around him, exciting his pulse and tightening his balls. “Fuck, Lee.”
“That’s the idea,” she said, her ankles hooking behind his ass. “Now move.”
He chuckled, unable to help it. This demanding little siren proved powerful at every turn.
So he gave in to her command and took control through sheer power alone, showing her what his body could do and bringing them both to climax on a series of scream-filled moans that ended in pants of pleasure.
He kissed her afterward, long and hard, then carried her to the walk-in shower nearby and continued their passionate embrace against the stone wall.
She came again, her body shaking beneath the onslaught of rapture, her eyes drooping as though preparing to sleep once more. But he wouldn’t allow it, choosing to wash her instead, massaging her muscles and cleaning her hair before focusing on himself. Then he wrapped her in a fluffy robe and took her to the kitchen inside their suite.
The fridge was empty since they hadn’t actually reserved this room, just misted into it, leaving them with no choice but to go out to eat.
Leela misted them to a store to find some clothes. It wasn’t open yet, so Balthazar left some money on the counter. Not that the owners would have any idea what had happened or why. They’d also have to convert the cash into their local currency, but they’d come out ahead in the end.
Balthazar chose jeans and a fitted T-shirt, with a pair of socks and new boots.
Leela went with a cute dress meant for summer, selected a pair of sandals that wrapped up her calves in a fashionable manner meant for ancient Greece more than current-day Brazil, and found a brush for her hair.
With a grin, she told him she knew just the place for them to enjoy brunch.
Buenos Aires.
At a little cafe that served a mixture of international cuisine.
Balthazar ordered pancakes, the superior breakfast food. Leela followed suit, and they lounged on the patio seating outside while awaiting their meal.
