Summer began to writhe in truth, aching with absence after he’d opened her up. Words were a foreign concept; but she begged wordlessly, small pitiful sounds. She drew her knees together, hoping to trick him into greater depth, and tried to push downward as he thrust, all to no avail.
He reveled in the way her body reacted to him, in the little sounds she made, trying to get him to thrust into her more fully. Victor reached down with one hand and thumbed her clit while he thrust shallowly into her. While his cock and hand were busy he began nipping, sucking and tonguing her breasts.
Finally, when even Victor could no longer take his own teasing, he positioned himself and thrust into her so that he was completely inside of her, a drawn out groan coming from him as she surrounded his cock.
When he finally took her completely, she locked her legs around his hips, hoping to hold him there. She needed that sense of being filled, of enclosing and being enclosed. “Victor, darling …” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips slowly, muscles squeezing and flexing. What had been a jolting, roller-coaster climb to orgasm became a smooth, steady ascent, marred only by the fact that she couldn’t pull his head down to kiss him.