“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
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.”