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.
He grunted a little when she bit his lip and his mumbled “fuck” joined the sounds of her moans. Victor slowed his pace again, taking the time to thrust hard and deep three times before resuming his previous pace. He nipped back at her lip and noticed that his steady pace was becoming more and more erratic as he was well on his journey of losing control.
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease … She was so close. /So/ close. She writhed under him, striving for that one place that would tumble them both over the edge, but couldn’t find it. It was painful, how it hovered just out of reach. She wailed with frustration.