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.”
He nodded, turning over so she was underneath. He leaned over, kissing her deeply and massaging her breasts slowly, gentle at first before moving down to run his hands over her torso gently. Then he rubbed to her hips, moving down to her legs. Oz took time on her inner thighs, leaning down to kiss them and up close to her entrance.
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.”