Movement — movement pulled her out of the haze of lust, long enough to stumble after him. She swayed between his knees when he sat back down, hair swirling around her hips, and stared back at him. “We don’t — ” she stuttered, “we don’t have to — everything — ” She licked her lips, eyes caught on his mouth. Slowly, she lifted a knee, pressing him to scoot backward on the bed.
Reaching up to grab at her hips, both to steady her and to get a better look at her body, Isaac’s cheeks coloured scarlet and he licked at his lips. Nodding and somehow managing to comprehend her fractured words through his own dazed mind, he whimpered and back-pedalled on the bed, sprawling out and dragging her with him.
Summer tumbled on top of Isaac, hands groping to steady herself against the covers, and squirmed up his body. She could feel him pressed against her, and her hair poured over one shoulder to pool on his chest. She smiled, caught in a laugh, and let herself go to kiss him again and again.