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.
Finally, his control unraveled completely and he lost himself in his pleasure, thrusting deeply into Summer one more time before his hips stuttered and his body tensed. Her name was a strangled grunt tumbling over his lips as he came and he kissed her fiercely. He rested his head in the crook of her shoulder, still holding his weight up even as his arms shook.
Victor peeked over at her as he gently and tenderly mouthed at her throat, “You’re so beautiful love.”
His climax jerked her over the edge after him, and his kiss smothered her cry. Long moments later, she came back to herself. “You’re /so/ biased,” she said lazily, arching up into him. She shuddered in the aftershocks. “When do you want,” she had to pause to breathe again, “want me to be ready tomorrow?”