She moaned with the pressure of his body against hers, hooking one leg around his knees. The kiss devolved into a series of kisses, each more fierce than the last, desperate and desirous. Keeping her mouth locked to his, she pushed him up, and back, and over, until it was his back pressed to the cushions and she straddling him, perched in his lap and hands greedily exploring.
Whimpering then as the change in position caused their bodies to slide together, Isaac lay sprawled out beneath her, eyes wide and body trembling with desire. As she straddled him and his blush darkened to a scarlet shade, he grunted and hummed happily as her fingers ghosted across his sensitive flesh.
“Mine,” Summer murmured. Now that he lay beneath her, she could lean down and kiss his chest less awkwardly. She bit and licked at one nipple, curious about his reactions, and drew open-mouthed kisses across his muscles. Fingertips scraped down his sternum, and she smiled slightly at the fact that he had barely any body hair.