It was like the first time they met all over again, with his every touch lighting up her nerves and rediscovering how perfectly his mouth fit with hers. And yet the knowledge of what he liked, what they liked together, came flooding back, informing the cant and motion of her hips and the curves of her fingers. She pulled one hand back to sink fingers into his hair and tug while she bit his lip, flicking her tongue over the bite.
A low hum vibrated deep in his throat as she tugged at his hair, he loved the way her fingers tangled around his hair and the way she would sometimes scrape her fingernails against his scalp. It made him shudder. He smirked a bit when she bit his lip and nipped at hers in return. One hand slipped down her panties, sure fingers finding her clit and swiping over it with the pads of his fingers gently, teasingly. An arc of arousal shot through him as he remembered how she had tasted and he moved his fingers faster.
Barely a millimetre of distance between their lips, she whimpered, “Victor,” hips twitching. She squirmed both hands between them, angling around to undo his pants, getting her hands on his skin. “Slower, oh, slower.” She locked her lips to his again, stroking with tongue and fingers.