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.
Grunting as she lay sprawled out on top of him, body pressed up against his own in the most amazing of ways, Isaac spread his legs to accommodate the added weight, reaching to tighten his hold around her. Eyeing her hair in awe, he reached with one hand to tangle his fingers in a wayward lock, before succumbing to the kisses and allowing her to take control.
Something about their moving, about where they were now, freed her to be less nervous and more adventurous. She wasn’t worried about him flinching away from her touch, or about going too far — they would catch each other. She giggled at the expression on his face as he regarded her hair, and pecked his nose before scooping up a handful of strands and pouring them over his face.