He slowed his pace but pushed a finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was. His breath hitched as her fingers found him and thrust into her hand. He nipped at her lip then moved to her shoulder and marked her there. His teeth scraped against her skin, tongue tracing where his teeth had been. He rocked back on his heels and pulled his pants off before pulling Summer’s pants off as well. “Gods do I want you Summer,” he murmured more to himself as he re-positioned himself at her entrance. His fingers danced over her skin before he rested one hand at one side of her head and thrust into her. He kept his pace slow, just as she had asked before, savoring every sensation.
She couldn’t answer, voice stolen by the sensations. She’d been six months celibate before he came back, and just like their kisses, this joining felt old and new at the same time. Twisting, she rolled onto her back, winding her legs around his waist and shifting her hips to meet his every thrust.
He closed his eyes and smiled freely at how Summer felt beneath him. It felt so familiar, the way they moved together. He wanted so much to give in completely to his desire and thrust fast and hard but he wanted to take things slowly. Bracing himself on his hands at either side of her head Victor leaned down and planted feather light kisses over her breasts, flicking his tongue over them. “You feel bloody amazing, love,” he murmured against her skin.
Throwing her head back, Summer moaned, “You say that every time.” Legs locked around him, arms around his neck, she rose and fell with his every motion, whimpering. It didn’t take long before she was biting her lip, then clawing her nails up his back in the throes of orgasm. “Victor … “