She licked and nipped her way back up to his mouth, smiling against it, hearing the rumble of wariness in his voice and thinking it was there for an entirely different reason. She planted one hand above his shoulder and glided up his arm with the other, coasted over fingers knuckle-deep in her hair. A kiss lingered at the edge of his mouth before she slowly drew back and sat upright again, gently pulling his hand from her tousled locks. You will like this, she promised, watching him from an angle as she turned her head and brushed her lips over the soft, warm skin of his inner wrist, certain that it was her dominating position that evoked such a look. There was a certain playfulness edging around the deep longing in her stare; she had no interest in controlling him.
Violeta sought out his pleasure and nothing more.
Her lips puckered over his pulse. She gently sucked and rolled her tongue over her mark before she made a path upward, leaving a rupture of nerves behind with feather-light kisses over his palm. She caught one of fingers between his teeth, a catlike grin lighting up her face as she then brought his hand down above his head and pulled the hand he had on her thigh up with it. She entwined her fingers with his and bent down again, pinning him between herself and the mattress. Grinding her hips lightly against his, she purred, a low sultry hum flirting into his ear. "I have never ridden a bull before." She chuckled. "I think I am going to enjoy it."