“You really think so?”
Sitting back on her heels over his knees, Summer lifted an eyebrow sharply, a slight smile on her mouth. “What might that be? Should I be worried?” One fingernail traced up his thigh idly.
Isaac grinned wickedly. “I think you’ll like it,” he mumbled, laying her down and kissing her neck. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and slowly slid them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He settled between her legs after putting them over his shoulders and looked up at her. “Okay?”
That smile, god, that smile made her shudder, hard and full of need. Her clothes were going to be all over the place tomorrow and she did. Not. Care. “Starting to wonder if maybe I’m out of my league here,” she whispered, watching Isaac.
Isaac rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little. “Just tell me to stop if you need me to,” he said before licking a wide stripe over her slit. He started sucking on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, trying to get some moans out of her.
Why in the world would she tell him to stop when /he/ was doing /that/? She flinched involuntarily, startled, when he first touched her, and then oh god what had he found? She whimpered, couldn’t help jerking her hips. His name slid out of her mouth on a long moan, feeling like it was dragged from her by that clever tongue.