Summer squeaked as the scenery changed, and held onto his shoulders tightly. “God, that’s terrifying,” she laughed. “Like my own personal roller coaster.” Getting up, she shook out the blanket and spread it out before sprawling on it and holding her arms up to Pietro. “Come on, then,” she murmured, eyes dark.
“Hey, I was going slow that time, it was nothing,” he said with a wide grin and nodded. “Your own roller coaster? I kinda like the sound of that,” he said watching her fall back to the ground with a nod. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, moving down on top of her, kissing her neck softly as his hands moved along the side of her body.
She buried her hands in his hair, arching her neck. “You’re so good to me,” she purred, pressing into him. “Even when you’ve just come back, so good. So obedient.”