“Ahhh, good, /so/ good.” One hand stroked down to his back, planing over shoulderblades and spinal nodes.
Oz continued, gradually sucking and tugging harder before he couldn’t do it any rougher. He then kissed and nipped up her chest and neck, but as soon as he hit her neck he bit hard.
The pain pulled a cry from her, mingled with a snicker. “Getting ahead of yourself, there,” Summer murmured. She jerked on his hair, dragging him away from her neck. “I’ve not begged yet.”