Summer bit at his mouth, answering his moan with a little growl. Breaking the kiss, she murmured, “Are you going to be a good boy now? When I ask for something, I expect to get it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, grinning a little.
Deliberately, she laid on him, then slid off to one side, leaving an arm and a leg draped over his body. “You wanted to mark me. Now’s your chance to earn that privilege.”
“And refresh my memory: how do I do that?”
Nipping at his collarbone, Summer murmured, “First, you touch me all over.” She looked up through her eyelashes, soothing her tongue over the mark. “Massage me, make me relax, then tease me with hands and mouth — try to make me beg.”