She couldn’t help the broken-off giggle prefacing the words stumbling out of her mouth. “D-don’t get carried — oh, godddddddds — carried away.” The end of the sentence turned into a heartfelt groan as she arched her back, and there, right there please there — “Robert!” The climax shook her like a rag doll, waves rocking the muscles.
His voice joined hers for a moment before it choked out totally, his whole body too tense to allow his voice to work properly. Short, jerking pumps were all he had before he finally collapsed on her, having to work to catch his breath. “Oh holy hell Summer…” He hadn’t even recovered enough to realise what he’d just done inside of her…
Summer lay under his weight — sweet weight — eyes closed and relearning how to breathe. One hand came up to tangle in his hair. Every nerve felt wide awake and sharp-sensitive, quivering at the slightest touch or motion. She made little moans with every breath, high and short and almost pleading. “Gods, Robert,” she finally managed to whisper. “You are so gloriously perfect.”