“You did say I was intoxicating,” she teased. “I don’t know how you can smell all those things about me; I’m surprised your nose isn’t overloaded by chemical sakura and apricots.” Purposefully, she relinked her arms around his waist, putting her hands in his back pockets.
He chuckled a bit then gave a little shrug. “I don’t like those smells and they can get a little strong but I can generally ‘tune them out’.”
He paused a moment then pressed his hips into hers experimentally. He wasn’t forceful, it was more of him seeing what he was allowed to do.
Summer giggled and squeezed his butt, then pushed up on her toes. “More kisses,” she demanded, not quite able to reach his mouth without pulling down his head.
Victor’s eyebrows went up in surprise a little when she squeezed his butt. He bent his head again, teasing her by kissing the corner of her mouth again before continuing down and kissing her clavicle. His tongue darted out occasionally then he grunted and pulled back for a quick second. He looked around and eyed the couch. Quickly he picked her up then laid her down on the couch. Victor lifted her shirt to expose just a few inches of her belly then kissed it before going back up to her chest. He paused a beat then, his breath starting to quicken and he looked her in the eyes, his own were warm and burning and black hair framed his face a little.
She squeaked when he picked her up, “Hey!”, and then had to hang on or possibly get dropped. “Victor! Those are not the kisses I asked for.” She stopped, looking at him, and her expression went soft. “I’m not telling you no,” she murmured, “but there really is no hurry.” Summer lifted a hand, twisting his hair between her fingers. “You’re gorgeous.”