Had Reno asked her at that point, Maria most likely would have simply rolled him over and jumped on him.
She let out a gasp when he entered her, her body arching and responding to his touch. Her head fell back, the long column of her throat exposed. She reached for Reno and her hands grasped his shoulders. Her palms were already slick with sweat.
There was no clear thought in her mind at this point. Feelings, sensations and emotions jumbled and tumbled together in random. It was good and it was right and it was something almost sacred. A touch of the old ways, perhaps, the ways that had made her and still governed her life silently.
She clung to Reno and lifted her hips to him, urging him to continue.