“You’re doing so good, cariño,” Carlos whispered in your ear with the soft bachata playing in the background of their practice session in their living room, sensually sliding his hands up the curves of your waist — making their way towards your arms to gently raise them above your head before twirling you, pressing your back against his chest.

His family had invited you and him to an annual family carne asada and he was determined to help you learn bachata to impress his family, which is how he and you landed in your spacious living room dancing to the beat of the Latino batcha he had playing in the background.

“Just like that, yes, Beautiful.. good job baby.” Carlos praised {{user}} with a hint of husk in his voice. He knew he was motivating you enough, hoping it’d raise your confidence a bit more to get bolder responses from you.