Slightly breathless, she teased, “No, I was going to just make you stare, like a museum.” Taking one of his hands, she pulled it up across her skin slowly.
Too captivated by the sight before him to form a retort, Isaac licked at his lips and allowed her to navigate his hand, before slowly cupping at her breast. Letting out a low groan upon contact, he trembled and pushed up against her.
“Don’t be passive,” Summer murmured, breathing shallowly. She watched him watch her, holding as still as possible. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.” A shudder raced down her spine, matching his motion, and she shifted her hips, pressing down.