She sucked in a sharp breath. “Careful, don’t pull please,” she breathed, caught between half-pleasurable pain on the one hand and half-painful pleasure on the other. “You,” she went on, babbling, “you aren’t fair, saying that, you have me, you could do anything you wanted with me. Oh, god.” The last words slid out of her mouth on a long moan.
Murmuring a soft apology, Isaac tilted his head to the side and tenderly continued to gently squeeze and massage her breasts. “I want all of you, Summer. I want…I want to learn what makes you feel good, and do it to you over and over and over again…” He hummed and then swallowed up her cries by pressing his lips to hers in a needy, passionate kiss.
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.