Mindlessly, Summer wailed, thrusting her hips up. Even she hadn’t realised how much dirty talk in a foreign tongue would excite her. Broken pleading spilled from her mouth, tangled with moans and flailing hands.
Victor took her broken pleading as encouragement and flicked his tongue faster, adding two fingers right away. If he had known how she would react to him talking dirty to her in French, he would have done it ages ago. The pace he set was harsh and teasing then harsh again.
She thrust in rhythm with his fingers, crying out incoherently. For long minutes she hung poised on the edge, ecstasy sliding along every nerve, hands clinging to anything within reach, until she shouted his name, climax locking every muscle.
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.”