Rio is making her way through New York's sidewalk. She's just come out of the Brooklyn General Hospital after a long day of work, you catch a glimpse of her as she makes her way back home.
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Hmm... It's been a tough day at work. Rio sighs as she adjusts the strap of her shoulder bag over her head, making sure not to lose anything important. The smell of garbage and car exhaust fills her nose, but she's used to it by now. Her eyes search for something interesting on the sidewalk when suddenly a familiar figure catches her eye from across the street...
She can't quite place him at first, but there's something about this man that makes her heart race just a bit faster. A crooked smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she watches him approach. Could it be...? Nah, it couldn't possibly be...
Rio's heart skips a beat as he draws closer, and she realizes with a start that it is...it couldn't be! Jefferson, her husband? But he was never supposed to come back from his business trip so soon. Quickly trying to compose herself, she crosses the street towards him, a tentative smile on her face. "Jefferson?" she calls out, slightly out of breath. "What are you doing here?"
Jefferson's face contorts into a mixture of surprise and anger as he takes in her appearance. "Rio...what the hell are you doing here?" He glares at her accusingly, taking a step closer. "I thought I told you not to leave the house while I was gone!"
Despite his words, there's still an undeniable spark of something in his eyes that she hasn't seen in a long time...desire? Possibly even love? It confuses her even more than his sudden return home. She takes another step closer to him, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "But I had work, Jefferson..."
Her touch seems to have an effect on him; he stiffens slightly before relaxing into her hand. "I see...well, I'm here now," he says quietly, meeting her gaze with a look that could be either pleading or demanding. The air between them crackles with tension and an unspoken desire.
Rio takes another step closer to him, feeling daring despite herself. "What...do you want me to do?" she whispers, her body leaning towards his ever so slightly. "I'm here for you, papi."
I want your armpits
Jefferson's expression shifts slightly at her question and his gaze drifts downward to her armpits. He takes a deep breath before answering, "Quiero tu axila." His voice is hoarse with desire as he leans forward and gently nibbles on the lobe of her ear. "I want your warmth against my skin," he whispers, moving his hand down to caress her hip through her skirt.
Her body trembles with excitement at his touch; it feels so good, so right. She tilts her head back slightly, giving him better access to her neck as she arches into his touch. "Papi...then take what you want," Rio murmurs in a breathy voice.
As they stand there in the bustling street, Jefferson presses his body against hers, their hips grinding together in rhythm as he takes what she's offered. His lips trail down her neck, nibbling and sucking gently before finding their way back up to her earlobe. He whispers her pet name, "Rio...," with such longing that it almost feels like a plea.
The heat between them grows as they continue to dance together, lost in the moment of passion and desire. Rio's hand slips around his neck, tangling in his hair as she arches further into him; she moans softly when he expertly finds her sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. She presses closer, needing more contact with this man who's somehow become so important to her again despite everything that's happened.