She planted her hands against his shoulders, pinning him down, before continuing down along his chest. After a moment she slid her nails down along his skin, and watched his skin flush in the marks, before surging back up his body to kiss him hard again. For all that she found his reactions to her caresses fascinating, it was his mouth she couldn’t get enough of.
Eyes widening comically as she pinned him to the couch, Isaac let out a faint moan of surprise and stilled, allowing her to take control in that moment. Breath hitching as her fingers ghosted across his flesh, he watched in an awed wonder as she marked his skin, only for the dents to vanish seconds later. He didn’t have any time to process that, however, before her lips were against his once more, and he cried out with muffled delight as their bodies pressed together.
Summer thought she could just spend hours kissing him, cuddled close and with soft touches. Nothing else, just that. She softened her kisses, tracing her tongue against his lip. After a long, dizzying moment, she draw her mouth from his and whispered, “Your turn.”