He hummed appreciatively when she went to taste herself on his lips then let out a moan as his still clothed cock rubbed against her thigh. “Christ,” he muttered as his whole body shuddered. His eyes glittered a dark warm brown at her words, loving the way the words rolled off of her tongue.
Summer whispered, “What is it, darling? Do you need a turn?” She laughed, low in her throat, eyes half-lidded and still hazy. “So thoughtful, so good, wonderful darling Victor.” So she was a little drunk on his emotions. “Je’t amie, aishiteru, te amo, love you, love you, love you.”
He nodded, words escaping him as his hips ground against her’s, involuntarily seeking friction. Instead of telling her he loved her he pushed all of his love towards her. “Fuck, darling, I’m going to make a mess of my pants soon,” he murmured while he mouthed her throat.
“Come to me, come into — oh — ” Words dissolved under his projection, pulling another climax from her overwrought nerves. She pressed up against him, head thrown back. “Need you,” she managed. “Please.”
Watching her arch in the throes of another climax sent a thrill through him. Quickly, he rocked back on his heels and to his feet where he wrenched his shirt off and pulled his pants and boxers down. Victor rejoined her back on the bed, grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer to him. His hand guided his cock inside of her and his eyes closed from the sheer pleasure. Once he was sheathed in her however, he wasted no time, setting a hard rhythm.
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.