”Then don’t,” she mumbled, half aware of what she was saying. “Stay.” Slowly, she dragged her fingers down his back, revelling in the muscled feel of him.
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The sense of Victor’s climax spiked through her, sloshing back and forth between them. She groaned, helpless under it, under the feeling of her own climax, wringing through her muscles and leaving her limp and gasping. She wasn’t even sure how powerful her actual physical sensations were, so consumed with the emotions was she. Strong enough to make her tremble, at any rate. She didn’t let him go, keeping him pressed down on her.
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Victor’s lust pulsed through her, sweeping away any thought, which was exactly what she wanted. With every motion, she chanted, “Yes, yes, yes,” under her breath. So close. So — close. She crooked her hips just a bit, and suddenly he was hitting somewhere inside that made her vision white out in overload. “God,” she moaned, involuntarily, control sliding away; she poured the feeling into Victor.
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What began as a moan turned into a gasp of “Victor darling,” before she wrapped both legs around his hips, and both arms around his shoulders, and pulled him flush to her. “Be still.” Though her voice was low, it snapped with command, and she buried her face in his shoulder. “Be still, and let me hold you, let me know you are here.” She tensed the inner muscles in her abdomen, caressing.
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The way he growled just unwound every muscle in her body, unwound them and tied them back up again. Tingles raced her nerves. When he entered her, she breathed out hard, eyes scrunching closed, and clutched him close. “Stay. Just stay,” she breathed. “I want to hold you, right here, as close as we can possibly be.”
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”I thought — aaah — I th-thought this was supposed,” she had to stop and just keen for a long moment, rocking hips into his hand, “to be what you wanted. God, Victor.” She tried to push up on her elbows to watch him, but failed utterly, pleasure arcing her back, hands splaying to sink into the coverlets. “Please …” she hissed, hardly even aware of what she was saying.
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Victor laughed, “Or perhaps you’re forgetting that I have much better eyesight that most other people.” He leaned to the side and unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. His fingers brushed just below the waistband of her now undone pants, teasing. “Would you like some more of that?” he asked, as he delicately trailed over her skin.
”I don’t forget that,” she managed. “I just … mmm … can’t agree with your sentiment. You are such a tease.” She sucked in a sharp breath at the twist of desire in her veins, moaning his name.
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The last of the tension seeped out of Summer under Victor’s hands, replaced with dreamy lassitude. Before long every motion of his fingers triggered a low moan and a slow grinding of her hips. The fine hairs on her skin stood up in his wake, drawing shudders from the muscles underneath.
She emitted a growly, purry kind of moan, arching up into his hands. “You must be looking with something other than eyes, or different standards than most people, Victor darling. Mmh.” Full body shudders were starting to wrack her now, and she really wanted his hands lower.
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The last of the tension seeped out of Summer under Victor’s hands, replaced with dreamy lassitude. Before long every motion of his fingers triggered a low moan and a slow grinding of her hips. The fine hairs on her skin stood up in his wake, drawing shudders from the muscles underneath.
“Yes Victor,” Summer said meekly. She rolled over and off her hair, yanking the teal cotton over her head and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. She hadn’t bothered with a bra that morning, and rolled back over to snuggle against Victor. “Do I meet your approval now?” she asked coyly.
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“I’m sure a clever boy such as yourself can come up with some way,” she purred, pulling him down the hallway. Sleepy-eyed cats flicked ears at the pair as they entered the room, then abandoned the bed and its plush coverlet entirely with a series of thumps.
“Clever man my sweet,” he murmured as he placed her on the bed and followed her. “I do believe I’ve earned the right to be called man seeing as I’ve already proved that to you love,” he finished with a wink and a hungry kiss to her neck.
“Touchy, touchy, Victor darling,” Summer sniggered. She reached up and yanked, clever fingers looking for a ticklish spot.
Victor was surprised by her action and actually fell to the side laughter spilling from his lips. “You little minx!” He roared then went at her in return, his spry fingers tickling her sides and tummy.
After a while he leaned over her, smiling warmly down at her before he led his hand underneath her shirt and bent down to kiss her.
Instantly she subsided, giggles and shrieks subsumed into a contented hum. A little squirming had her cuddled up against his long body, her legs draped over his bent knees, hands limp and loose at her sides.
Victor moved back and tugged his shirt off then moved back to her so that he could put his attention towards her clavicle. He nipped and nibbled, his hands quickly moving underneath and up her shirt. His fingers alternated between ghosting over her skin and pulling her closer to him, his goal to make her gasp and moan. He wanted to hear those sweet sounds.
The last of the tension seeped out of Summer under Victor’s hands, replaced with dreamy lassitude. Before long every motion of his fingers triggered a low moan and a slow grinding of her hips. The fine hairs on her skin stood up in his wake, drawing shudders from the muscles underneath.