She shifted less comfortably when the hand on her ass vibrated. “That tickles.” She bestowed another kiss on him, light and quick, and grinned. “It’s not what your hands are doing that makes me sound like that, Petya, it’s your mouth.”
Pietro rolled his eyes. “Well then as long as you’re wanting me,” he said moving to whisper into her ear now, “And I’m wanting to hear you scream and moan my name over and over as I make you cum so hard you won’t be able to walk right.”
Summer shuddered again and swallowed hard. “Are you just going to tease me with it, or are you going to satisfy both of us? Somewhere out of the rain?” she managed. She had to put her foot down, knees weakening, and cling to him again.