This laugh was a much more girlish giggle. She pushed him over, climbing on top of him. “Aggressive you want now?” She kissed him to prevent an answer, pressing her hips to his and drawing nails down his skin.
He let out a soft moan, kissing back deeply and roughly. His hands came up to get a soft grip on her back.
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.”