"Carlos," she whines, half trying to deny his belief that she's beautiful, and half just needing to gasp out his name as he thrusts into her.

She's close, but not close enough, so she shifts her weight onto one hand so she can slide the other between them, fingertips rubbing frantically at her clit to try and hurry things along, her wrist crushed between them as she muffles her moaning against his lips.