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.