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.
He licked up her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard on it, biting and tugging gently. Oz then repeated the action with the other.
“Ahhh, good, /so/ good.” One hand stroked down to his back, planing over shoulderblades and spinal nodes.