She nodded slowly, vision going distant. “Not — this way,” she said, the words dragging from her mouth. “I was — he … it ended badly.” She bit at her lip, eyelids twitching, and visibly put it out of her mind, gaze focusing back on him. “What are you learning?”
“How you feel. I’ve never…” Here, he blushed crimson and ducked his head, although his fingers continued to lazily roam her flesh. “I’ve never seen, nevermind touched before, so I…” He shrugged helplessly and lunged up for a kiss.
His timing for kisses was impeccable, she noted somewhere in the back of her mind — invariably he stopped her asking something pushy. Summer cupped her hands at his hips, pulling them together firmly, and melted into the kisses. “Just tell me what you want,” she whispered roughly into his mouth.