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.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
He chuckled a bit, “That’s because it always is fantastic dear.” Victor gave her a kiss then nodded, “That’s probably a good idea, we still have a little bit before we have to leave for the show.” He got up and headed for the bathroom to start the shower so that it would be warm for them. He peeked out of the bathroom and smirked at her, “I’ll behave if you promise to love.”
Summer laughed, pinning her hair back up atop her head. “I /always/ behave. What is this nonsense? I am a perfect angel.” Peeling back out of the dress, she sauntered into the bathroom, one hand playing with the necklace.