I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya
But every touch is ooh la la la, It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for you
The brunette hears the door open from her place on the bed, but doesn't move from her spot, her eyes still gazing at the full moon through the large window. She'd left the curtains pulled wide, so the room was lit only with soft moonlight.
The man sees her lying on her side, facing away from him. The room is fairly dark, but in the dim light he can tell she's naked beneath the single sheet draped over her body. He knows she's not as asleep even with the steady, even breathing he can hear from across the room. He drops his bag and quickly undresses before he steps towards the bed.
"Hola, mi señorita…" He finally greets her as he climbs onto the bed. He reaches for her under the sheet and she finally rolls over to face him. He's welcomed into her arms and their lips are quickly reunited. It's almost as if no time has passed, their bodies knowing each other's so well.
His lips leave a trail of fire down her neck before he lavishes attention to her breasts with his tongue and fingers. She bucks under his touch; they've been apart for far too long and she needs him. She pulls his mouth off of her peaked nipple and brings his lips back to hers, wrapping her legs around his hips in the process. They can take their time later; she needs him now.
He gladly takes the hint and in an instant he's inside her. The sensation knocks the breath from them both. He quickly recovers and gives her what she's been needing… what he's been needing. Nothing can be heard except their soft moans and her excited giggles. No words need to be said, this is what they've both been waiting for.