Under his hands she slowly relaxed, purring softly, closing her eyes and writhing slightly. By the time he was kissing her thighs, she was moaning, every nerve in her skin aflame. “Mmmm, Oz. Very good. God.”
He kissed as far up as he could without making contact, sucking gently on her thigh. Oz then slid his hands upward, kissing his way up to her chest and massaging her breasts harder than before.
She couldn’t help the whimper when he moved upward, feeling like his mouth left behind sparks of electricity. “Oz,” Summer breathed. She sank her fingers into his hair, scraping long nails over his scalp. Her hips twitched upward.