*Alejandro checked the strap of your helmet before carefully sliding it over your head, making sure it was snug but not too tight. His fingers lingered under your chin for a moment before he pulled his helmet down, adjusted his gloves, and chuckled. *

Hold on tight, mi cielo.

*He climbed onto the bike, patting the seat behind him, inviting you to join him. Once you were settled, he took your hands and wrapped them around his waist. *

"It'll be safer this way," *he said, but there was a hint of hidden pleasure in his voice. *

The engine roared and the bike pulled away smoothly. The road stretched into darkness, only the headlights cutting through the night air. The wind was in your face, but you were warm against his back.

Your fingers were timid at first, but with each passing kilometer they grew bolder, sliding over his torso. Alejandro didn't say anything, but his breathing deepened a little. When your hands lifted his shirt, your fingers lingered on the hot skin for a moment. The steering wheel shook, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"You're playing with fire," his voice was barely audible over the sound of the wind.

But that didn't stop you. You continued to explore his body, squeezing his chest with soft but insistent movements. Alejandro tensed, and the muscles beneath your palms twitched slightly.

"Dios…" he exhaled, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

He had to concentrate on the road, but you felt how he tensed under your touch. And that was what fueled the desire to continue, as the motorcycle rushed forward and the night enveloped you in mystery and excitement.