He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”
“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
He hummed appreciatively when she went to taste herself on his lips then let out a moan as his still clothed cock rubbed against her thigh. “Christ,” he muttered as his whole body shuddered. His eyes glittered a dark warm brown at her words, loving the way the words rolled off of her tongue.
Summer whispered, “What is it, darling? Do you need a turn?” She laughed, low in her throat, eyes half-lidded and still hazy. “So thoughtful, so good, wonderful darling Victor.” So she was a little drunk on his emotions. “Je’t amie, aishiteru, te amo, love you, love you, love you.”
Mindlessly, Summer wailed, thrusting her hips up. Even she hadn’t realised how much dirty talk in a foreign tongue would excite her. Broken pleading spilled from her mouth, tangled with moans and flailing hands.
Victor took her broken pleading as encouragement and flicked his tongue faster, adding two fingers right away. If he had known how she would react to him talking dirty to her in French, he would have done it ages ago. The pace he set was harsh and teasing then harsh again.
She thrust in rhythm with his fingers, crying out incoherently. For long minutes she hung poised on the edge, ecstasy sliding along every nerve, hands clinging to anything within reach, until she shouted his name, climax locking every muscle.
He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”
“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
Mindlessly, Summer wailed, thrusting her hips up. Even she hadn’t realised how much dirty talk in a foreign tongue would excite her. Broken pleading spilled from her mouth, tangled with moans and flailing hands.
Victor took her broken pleading as encouragement and flicked his tongue faster, adding two fingers right away. If he had known how she would react to him talking dirty to her in French, he would have done it ages ago. The pace he set was harsh and teasing then harsh again.
She thrust in rhythm with his fingers, crying out incoherently. For long minutes she hung poised on the edge, ecstasy sliding along every nerve, hands clinging to anything within reach, until she shouted his name, climax locking every muscle.
He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”
“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.
Victor chuckled then grunted as he fell back onto the bed. He kissed her back just as hungrily before he flipped them and whispered into her ear again. “I want to lick you from your head to your toes.”
She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.
Victor began kissing her throat, ”Je le veux lécher le crème de ta framboise et veux te baiser dur et te fais jouis.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, his tongue flicking out occasionally. A growl spilled out from his throat and one of his hands framed the right side of her neck.
“I could wish I spoke French, but then I might be scandalised by your language.” The flowing syllables drowned her in rhythm. One hand crept up to clasp his wrist at her throat, not to prevent but to caress. “Ah, Victor,” Summer moaned.
He smirked, “It essentially means I want to lap you up and fuck you till you come for me. However, I’d hate for you to have to get out of the dress and take a shower again later.” His smirk turned into an almost evil grin as his hair fell forward a bit and framed his face. He moved his mouth from near her ear and began mouthing her neck and shoulder.
“I could,” she panted, “pull the skirt up … gods, Victor!” She groaned, pitifully, writhing under his touch.
“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.
Victor chuckled then grunted as he fell back onto the bed. He kissed her back just as hungrily before he flipped them and whispered into her ear again. “I want to lick you from your head to your toes.”
She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.
Victor began kissing her throat, ”Je le veux lécher le crème de ta framboise et veux te baiser dur et te fais jouis.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, his tongue flicking out occasionally. A growl spilled out from his throat and one of his hands framed the right side of her neck.
“I could wish I spoke French, but then I might be scandalised by your language.” The flowing syllables drowned her in rhythm. One hand crept up to clasp his wrist at her throat, not to prevent but to caress. “Ah, Victor,” Summer moaned.
Her eyes were almost black, the pupils were dilated so. A shiver raced the length of her spine, and she swallowed hard. “How much time did you say we have before we have to leave?” she managed.
“Did you understand that darling?” Victor’s smile was smug. “We have an hour love, but I do recall you saying you needed to do your hair.” He said, obviously enjoying her reaction.
“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.
Victor chuckled then grunted as he fell back onto the bed. He kissed her back just as hungrily before he flipped them and whispered into her ear again. “I want to lick you from your head to your toes.”
She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.
Her eyes were almost black, the pupils were dilated so. A shiver raced the length of her spine, and she swallowed hard. “How much time did you say we have before we have to leave?” she managed.
“Did you understand that darling?” Victor’s smile was smug. “We have an hour love, but I do recall you saying you needed to do your hair.” He said, obviously enjoying her reaction.
“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.
Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”
“Oh, well, you have plenty of time then.” He was intent on teasing her and he eliminated all pretense of personal space. His hand tilted her chin, “How were you planning on doing your hair up?” he asked before stepping back suddenly.
“I thought maybe a french braid.” She followed his step, eyes dancing. “Did you want to watch?”
“Anythin’ involvin’ tha word ‘French’ an’ you would be worth watchin’ Summer.” His eyes danced with hers and he stood his ground.
“Oooh, flattery.” Summer winked. She slid her hands up his lapels, leaning into him hard. “What other things do you know of that involve the word ‘french’?”
Victor’s lips slowly curved into a smile and he leaned so that he could whisper in her ear. “Je t’aime et veux te lécher des hanches jus qu’aux pieds.” His voice was low and husky. When he pulled back his eyes danced with amusement. “Care for a translation love?”
Her eyes were almost black, the pupils were dilated so. A shiver raced the length of her spine, and she swallowed hard. “How much time did you say we have before we have to leave?” she managed.
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.
Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”
“Oh, well, you have plenty of time then.” He was intent on teasing her and he eliminated all pretense of personal space. His hand tilted her chin, “How were you planning on doing your hair up?” he asked before stepping back suddenly.
“I thought maybe a french braid.” She followed his step, eyes dancing. “Did you want to watch?”
“Anythin’ involvin’ tha word ‘French’ an’ you would be worth watchin’ Summer.” His eyes danced with hers and he stood his ground.
“Oooh, flattery.” Summer winked. She slid her hands up his lapels, leaning into him hard. “What other things do you know of that involve the word ‘french’?”
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.
Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”
“Oh, well, you have plenty of time then.” He was intent on teasing her and he eliminated all pretense of personal space. His hand tilted her chin, “How were you planning on doing your hair up?” he asked before stepping back suddenly.
“I thought maybe a french braid.” She followed his step, eyes dancing. “Did you want to watch?”