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?”
Victor chuckled a little and kissed her gently, “Biased I may be, doesn’t make me wrong though.” He moved them so that they were spooning, one hand running lightly up and down her arm while his chin rested atop her head. “Well, vampires are weakest during the day so I want to be on the hunt by 11 in the morning. That gives us time to familiarize ourselves with the terrain a bit more as well as time to track where he’s been.”
Summer yawned hugely, her jaw cracking in the middle. Curled up in the arc of his body, she felt limp and relaxed, like she might actually be able to sleep. “Kay.” The acquiescence was muffled. “Alarm?” She didn’t hear his answer.
Light streaming in through the windows woke her some time later. The room smelled deliciously of coffee and faintly of clean Victor. She rolled over from her facedown sprawl, limbs stretching, and looked for the vampire.