They playfully wrestled. She lost. She always lost. He smiled from on top of her, his knees pinning her torso to the bed as his hands held hers steadfastly above her head. She shook, trying to wriggle from his grasp. She knew her efforts would be futile, but she was never one to give up β stubborn, he called her every day.
He winked his sexy, dark eye at her and said, "ΒΏDame un pico?" She complied and lifted her head off the pillow and kissed his mouth lightly.
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth as she licked his upper. He let go of her lips and placed his wet mouth onto her neck and sucked until a sizable red mark appeared. Satisfied, he gave the imprint a peck and returned to her mouth.
He opened her lips with his tongue and whispered, "Te amo, mi amor," while she kissed him back. He released her wrists.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him as she said, "I love you too, baby."
He pecked her lips and slid down her body until his face was level with her stomach. He ran his hands over her flat, soft stomach and slid her shirt upwards until she pulled it over her head and threw it to the floor. He smiled as he compared his dark, Hispanic skin to her very fair skin, which was striking against her brown, almost-black hair and brownish-green eyes.