“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.
Keening happily as their hips brushed together, he lost himself in her eyes briefly, before glancing down and watching as their hips moved together and he ever so slowly began to push inside her. “O-oh, Summer,” he sighed against her neck, groaning as he framed her face in his hands.
She cried out his name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For every thrust she rose to meet him, equally wrapping her legs around his hips. Dipping her head, she sought his mouth fiercely.