It was her body, yes, but it was also her - the fact that he was here, pressed so close to Summer Roberts, made this moment truly what it was, and it would not have been the same with anyone else. That was why he'd waited, what had made him turn down all those girls in Australia whenever things looked like they might go too far. He'd wanted to do this with her, and now that he remembered everything, he remembered that, too.
He almost paused, for an instant, at that first gasp against his neck as her arms tightened around him. Maybe it had been a bad idea to move - but no, no, she was moaning and her motions were more smooth, not less. It had been the right thing to do; that thought made him let out a breath against her hair, nodding at her sentiment, because it was exactly how he felt. There was this pressure inside of him, building, and he only knew that he wanted to keep it going until something gave - and that would be soon.
But he managed to spare a thought to realize... he might go off before she did, and he really had no way to tell. All he wanted to do was make her feel good - yes, he wanted to feel good, but he certainly wasn't having a problem with that, his whole body tingling with what she was doing to him. And so he began to move with more purpose, picking up speed, simply because he wanted her to feel that, now that she was feeling good - he wanted Summer to fall over this edge that he was approaching, but he didn't know if he could get there in time. He felt so close, but he was still going to try.
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He almost paused, for an instant, at that first gasp against his neck as her arms tightened around him. Maybe it had been a bad idea to move - but no, no, she was moaning and her motions were more smooth, not less. It had been the right thing to do; that thought made him let out a breath against her hair, nodding at her sentiment, because it was exactly how he felt. There was this pressure inside of him, building, and he only knew that he wanted to keep it going until something gave - and that would be soon.
But he managed to spare a thought to realize... he might go off before she did, and he really had no way to tell. All he wanted to do was make her feel good - yes, he wanted to feel good, but he certainly wasn't having a problem with that, his whole body tingling with what she was doing to him. And so he began to move with more purpose, picking up speed, simply because he wanted her to feel that, now that she was feeling good - he wanted Summer to fall over this edge that he was approaching, but he didn't know if he could get there in time. He felt so close, but he was still going to try.