“You really think so?”
“Back to this,” she chuckled, squeaking slightly when he pulled her down. Slowly she pushed herself up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and dismounted his body, sliding herself alongside him instead. Slim fingers slid down his side, counting each rib individually, before she bent to kiss the contact points. She used the lightest touch, smiling to see the fine hairs stand up on his skin.
Isaac grinned, reaching over and playing with her hair, closing his eyes and shuddering pleasantly. He turned to look at her, smiling gently. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again and humming in pleasure.
“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.