“You really think so?”
“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.
Isaac rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, shaking his head. “You’re gorgeous. Accept it,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. Isaac frowned, hips bucking a bit in response to her hand. “What… What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, propping himself up a little and sucking in a shaking breath.
“After thinking I’m ugly, or at best plain, for nearly twenty years, I hardly think I’m going to change my mind overnight,” Summer muttered. She lifted her head to meet his eyes, a half-smile turning up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers twitched a little. “What do you think I’m doing?”