Rolf was right; Rose had no idea. There were no mirrors here, not that she could see, not that she wanted to see, because she had the sexiest view of them all, by watching Rolf like this. “I know how sexy you look,” she said, her voice husky with the want for him, a want that had only grown stronger with each small move on him.
His hands felt scorching on her skin, though following his urgings, she used the strong muscles of her thighs and buttocks to move. It was still slow; she was savouring each stroke of him. She kept her eyes on his, rolling her hips and gasping when it made her rub against him just so. “My gods, dragul,” she breathed, arching her back and pushing out her chest, seeking that delicious friction again, shivering as she clenched hard around him.