Valentine’s Day

iamvictor-roth:

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.

His hands on either side of her head braced him as he pounded into her. His breath came in ragged pants until finally, with a sharp grunt he climaxed. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he half lurched forward and brought their chests flush against each other. He gave a full body shudder and half collapsed.

The weight of Victor’s body squeezed a laugh out of her. “Victor, darling,” Summer murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. “You’re heavy, love.”