Summer completely lost her speech when Victor finally penetrated her, reduced to a throbbing, pleading moan in time with his strokes. She slid down into the cushions, pushing her legs wider, eyes scrunched closed. One flailing hand finally found his head, settling there just about in time for her to manage to ride his rhythm, once, twice, three times. Then she was circling forward, thighs locked and pelvic muscles clenching, burying her cry in his hair.