“You really think so?”
Isaac smiled at her and leaned down, kissing her neck slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed into her neck. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He pulled back and grinned, taking a couple moments to just admire her before going back down, pressing their bodies together.
This was the perfect weight, even though his feet were hanging off the couch because he was so tall. She’d been thinking about it since he’d first opened his mouth, days ago. Summer stroked his back, fingers dancing along the muscles, mouth opening under his. Legs locked back around his waist, increasing the pressure between them. Desire wound tendrils through her body.
Isaac held onto her, kissing her hungrily and rocking his hips against hers and pressing against her. He moaned quietly and pulled back a bit to look at her. He grinned and reached up to brush some of her hair back. “Here?” He asked.
“Here’s fine,” Summer murmured. “Or the bed’s around that wall.” She lifted a hand languidly to point at a half-height wall dividing the studio apartment nearly in half. Bookcases loomed over it. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm, flicking her tongue out to lick the centre of it.