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.
Victor braced his hands on either side of her head, eyes closed momentarily and his body seemed to shake as she flexed her muscles around him. “Yes love?” he asked as he planted tiny kisses just below her ear and at the corner of her mouth. He increased his pace a little, but still interested in enjoying the feel of their bodies meshing as one time after time than focused on reaching their end.
Summer couldn’t answer him, thoughts too jumbled by the increasing perfection of their motion together. Rhythmic moans slid from her lips, part begging and part satisfaction. She craned her head round to catch his mouth, biting at his lip. Breathing was irrelevant.