Victor chuckled at her shiver, feeling pleased with himself. “What can I say love? I ha-” His sentence was cut short by her writhing as her thigh brushed his jeans. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breath hitched and a mumbled “fuck” escaped his lips. Victor opened his eyes then, they were a smoldering hazel but his pupils were so dilated the hazel was barely visible. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He was torn between his warring emotions of wanting to do what she wanted and his raging desire.
Summer laughed, breathlessly. “So maybe my body is convinced that this talking thing should stop, and you should just take all my clothes off right now.” She spread a hand on his chest, pressing down a little. “Pretty sure I hear the same thing from you.” Licking her lips, she met his eyes. “I think you should persuade me … “
Victor’s eyes darkened even more and a low growl of desire came from him. He switched their positions so that she was on her back and he kissed her hard. He nipped at her bottom lip, his mouth seeking dominance over hers while his hands were doing everything but the ravaging his mouth was doing. His hands were ghosting up and down her sides and thighs. “I want you so much,” he said, his voice filled with emotion and desire. “And I want to make you feel the same.”
“Too late,” she teased, trying not to shudder uncontrollably under his touch. “I guess I just have more control than you.” Summer clasped her hands behind his neck, sliding fingers into his hair. “Come on, Victor darling, make me lose it.”
The expression on Victor’s face when he discovered she was wearing a tank top made Summer break up into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed so hard she couldn’t move, and every time she looked back at his face she started laughing all over again. “Oh, Victor,” she managed, finally, “darling, you should have seen your face.”
Victor chuckled at her shiver, feeling pleased with himself. “What can I say love? I ha-” His sentence was cut short by her writhing as her thigh brushed his jeans. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breath hitched and a mumbled “fuck” escaped his lips. Victor opened his eyes then, they were a smoldering hazel but his pupils were so dilated the hazel was barely visible. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He was torn between his warring emotions of wanting to do what she wanted and his raging desire.
Summer laughed, breathlessly. “So maybe my body is convinced that this talking thing should stop, and you should just take all my clothes off right now.” She spread a hand on his chest, pressing down a little. “Pretty sure I hear the same thing from you.” Licking her lips, she met his eyes. “I think you should persuade me … “
Victor’s eyes darkened even more and a low growl of desire came from him. He switched their positions so that she was on her back and he kissed her hard. He nipped at her bottom lip, his mouth seeking dominance over hers while his hands were doing everything but the ravaging his mouth was doing. His hands were ghosting up and down her sides and thighs. “I want you so much,” he said, his voice filled with emotion and desire. “And I want to make you feel the same.”
“Too late,” she teased, trying not to shudder uncontrollably under his touch. “I guess I just have more control than you.” Summer clasped her hands behind his neck, sliding fingers into his hair. “Come on, Victor darling, make me lose it.”
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
“No, Summer, I don’t like you cos of roses and rainbows. I like you cos I believe I can trust you with myself and my emotions, and I hope you feel the same way.” Victor grinned at her accent, it sending a pleasant hum of desire through him. Then he brought his lips to her neck, planting teasingly feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
Summer tipped her head back, green eyes closing. She didn’t bother replying, just purred softly for him, cuddling close. “I could — mmm — listen to you talk for hours.”
He planted a kiss on her neck and hummed at the sound of her purring. He leaned up and whispered, “An’ I could do this with ya all day, love,” in her ear huskily, his accent thick.
His voice induced a full-body shiver. “Gods, Victor darling,” Summer gasped. “That /is/ cheating. Your fucking /voice/.” She writhed a bit, trying to decide if she should just give in to the hormones he was stirring.
Victor chuckled at her shiver, feeling pleased with himself. “What can I say love? I ha-” His sentence was cut short by her writhing as her thigh brushed his jeans. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breath hitched and a mumbled “fuck” escaped his lips. Victor opened his eyes then, they were a smoldering hazel but his pupils were so dilated the hazel was barely visible. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He was torn between his warring emotions of wanting to do what she wanted and his raging desire.
Summer laughed, breathlessly. “So maybe my body is convinced that this talking thing should stop, and you should just take all my clothes off right now.” She spread a hand on his chest, pressing down a little. “Pretty sure I hear the same thing from you.” Licking her lips, she met his eyes. “I think you should persuade me … “
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
“No, Summer, I don’t like you cos of roses and rainbows. I like you cos I believe I can trust you with myself and my emotions, and I hope you feel the same way.” Victor grinned at her accent, it sending a pleasant hum of desire through him. Then he brought his lips to her neck, planting teasingly feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
Summer tipped her head back, green eyes closing. She didn’t bother replying, just purred softly for him, cuddling close. “I could — mmm — listen to you talk for hours.”
He planted a kiss on her neck and hummed at the sound of her purring. He leaned up and whispered, “An’ I could do this with ya all day, love,” in her ear huskily, his accent thick.
His voice induced a full-body shiver. “Gods, Victor darling,” Summer gasped. “That /is/ cheating. Your fucking /voice/.” She writhed a bit, trying to decide if she should just give in to the hormones he was stirring.
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
“No, Summer, I don’t like you cos of roses and rainbows. I like you cos I believe I can trust you with myself and my emotions, and I hope you feel the same way.” Victor grinned at her accent, it sending a pleasant hum of desire through him. Then he brought his lips to her neck, planting teasingly feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
Summer tipped her head back, green eyes closing. She didn’t bother replying, just purred softly for him, cuddling close. “I could — mmm — listen to you talk for hours.”
