Summer wrapped her arms around him, burying one hand in his hair and returning his kiss passionately. After a moment, she arched up into him, wordlessly demanding a return to his previous activities.
He hummed into the kiss, playfully biting on her lips and allowing her to taste herself. Nodding obediently at her movements, he slid his way back down her body to bury his face in between her legs once more, pleasuring her with an eager enthusiasm until she demanded more of him.
Watching him undress had brought her back from the brink for the moment, but he swiftly found that edge again. She trembled under his ministrations, panting his name and moaning in rhythm with the shifting of her hips. Just like before, it somehow wasn’t quite enough — she felt empty. “Please,” she begged, incoherently.