Summer shuddered hard when he touched her. “Why? Why? You’re young, the hormones, why are you fighting me?” Her fingernails curled into his skin. “Please, I’ll tell you anything you want after, just — after, please.” Pulling herself onto her tiptoes, she tried to kiss him.
Pietro sighed, “You’re lucky I like sex. And redheads,” he said meeting her lips hard, pushing her back to the bed, his hands moving along her body softly.
She plunged into the kiss, mouth working, fingers scraping at his hair. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she tumbled over with a squeak, landing hard and flat on her back. “Please, now, please.” she begged breathlessly. Without waiting for an answer, she started to undo his pants.