Carlos reclined back on the couch as he tried to relax, the music playing softly in the background to fill the silence and the feeling of his heart racing in his chest as you straddled his lap. It had only been twenty minutes since you began, your hand moving as you tried to be precise in your work. His hands rested on your upper thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles as he waited patiently for you to finish.

"You'll have to stop moving so much if you expect me to stay still." He muttered as you shifted on his lap once again.