“You really think so?”
“I’ll take it out in trade,” Summer replied absently, focused on the feel of the flesh under her hand, the way he shifted and moaned. She closed her fingers around him, stroking harder. “If you promise to be more careful next time.” It was strange, the heat and softness — she hadn’t expected bad literary descriptions to be quite so apt. Velvet over steel.
Isaac closed his eyes and shuddered beneath her touch. He was pleasantly surprised to hear her certainty about a next time and smiled as his head tilted back. “Mmm… Wow. That’s… really good…” he mumbled, arching up into her hand and biting his lip a little too hard.
She didn’t even notice, too absorbed in the sensations under her hand. She added a gentle twist at the top of each stroke, and then looked up to see him biting his lip so hard it nearly bled. So she leaned up to brush her mouth to his and whispered, “Don’t do that, it’s my job.” Her face felt hot at the awkward way she felt she said it.