In her mind, she carried on begging, hands braced against his chest, even as he kissed her breathless. Desire pushed their earlier claims, to wait, that they weren’t ready, out of her head, and she bit at his lip gently. She could feel his erection pressed against her where she straddled him, and squirmed against it, instinctively seeking pressure, friction.
“S-sorry…” he protested as he pressed up against her, before letting out a breathy little moan of delight as she squirmed against him, the unexpected yet welcome friction driving him mad. Tangling their tongues together, he keened and reached up, pulling her down to crush her against his chest.
Summer shook her head slightly, still lost in the kisses. When he pulled her down she wrapped her arms around his neck, instead, and shivered at their bare skin pressed together. She tugged lightly at his hair, fingers tangled in the curls. “Please,” she panted, against his mouth.