“Strip,” she ordered, pressing a hand to her chest, over her racing pulse. “Bedroom. Now.” She couldn’t find articulate words. Even though she had just given him orders, she couldn’t resist bending down and seizing his mouth, kissing painfully hard.
Surprised, Victor returned the kiss, his hunger for her reaching a point to where it had never been before. He broke the kiss then picked her up for a moment to dash to his bedroom where he set her down, “Sorry m’lady,” he said by way of explaining the sudden dash to his room, “but you did say now,” and then he went about stripping himself of the remainder of his clothes. Victor undid his belt and pants then pushed them down along with his boxers in rapid succession, his cock springing to attention. He noticed the stark difference between the two of them; he was completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Victor stood there, eyes on her, roaming her body as if she were already unclothed, and waited.
Summer’s desire to draw it out further warred sharply with her need for Victor. Need won, in quick succession, and she stripped with economy. “Come, god, come here,” she demanded, reaching out for him. “Lie down, Victor darling.”
Victor nearly sprang from where he stood and to her then to the bed. He laid down quickly, holding his upper body up with his elbows as he watched her. She was gorgeous, truly gorgeous and this new light he was seeing her in only made her more so.
It only took a moment to swing her leg over him and then finally, finally, she was sliding down on him, taking him in, and the way it felt, after teasing and dominating and commanding, was overwhelming. She could not move for the stars flashing behind her eyes, and braced her hands against his wrists. “Move,” she whispered. “Move, assassin mine, and take your pleasure.”