“You really think so?”
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?”
Isaac let out a quiet laugh and kissed her again, drawing it out for another few moments before moving to kiss her neck. “Just hold on,” he mumbled, lining himself up before holding her by her hips and pushing inside, pausing once he was all the way in and kissing her neck for a few moments to let her adjust.
So she held on, and tried to be relaxed, and then tried not to cry out or jerk at the bite of pain. And then the brief pain was overwhelmed by the newness of the sensations — how much wider he seemed than fingers, and longer, and the way she could feel her body shifting around him. She closed her eyes and the world seemed to revolve in stars for a moment and come back down in different ways when she reopened them.