“You really think so?”
When he withdrew his fingers, encouraging moans became an unhappy yelp. She felt so empty. Even when he replaced them with his tongue it wasn’t the same. “No, no,” Summer protested, tugging up on his hair.
Isaac panicked a bit when she said no and quickly pulled out and away, looking up at her. He rubbed her thigh gently, looking for direction. “Tell me what to do,” he said, turning and kissing the inside of her thigh.
A little confused herself at her instinctive reaction, Summer shook her head. “I don’t know. What you were doing before.” Letting go his hair, she pulled on his shoulders. “Come up, come here.” He was still wearing underwear while she was nude. That wasn’t right.