He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”
“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.”