The last of the tension seeped out of Summer under Victor’s hands, replaced with dreamy lassitude. Before long every motion of his fingers triggered a low moan and a slow grinding of her hips. The fine hairs on her skin stood up in his wake, drawing shudders from the muscles underneath.
She emitted a growly, purry kind of moan, arching up into his hands. “You must be looking with something other than eyes, or different standards than most people, Victor darling. Mmh.” Full body shudders were starting to wrack her now, and she really wanted his hands lower.