“You really think so?”
Summer held herself very still atop him, mind turned to the pressure of them together. Only her mouth worked, nipping at his lip where he’d bitten it, and she whimpered slightly. If she moved just a little, or he did, he would slip inside her, and a small voice at the back of her mind shouted distantly that they might want to pause briefly before going that far.
Isaac continued kissing her, holding her close before sighing and pulling away to look at her. “Hang on,” he murmured, slipping out from under her and grabbing his jeans from the floor. He fished his wallet out of the back pocket and pulled out a condom. He climbed back on the bed and tore the package open with his teeth. Isaac smiled and rolled it on before hovering over her again and pressing their lips together.
Summer watched his every movement in breathless, yearning silence. When he climbed back atop her, she held on to his shoulders and hooked one knee over his hip. In between kisses, she said, face burning, “Am I supposed to do anything now?”