At last the orgasm let her go, except intermittent shivers, and she lay back against the bed panting, still exquisitely aware of his fingers within her body. She felt blasted clean, hollow and ready to be filled with someone else, and blissful lethargy weighted her limbs down. “Isaac,” she breathed at last, and smiled at the look on his face.
“Summer,” he echoed with a shy, yet admiring smile, allowing himself the moment to eagerly drink in her beauty, eyes darting across her heaving chest and flushed face, moving down her torso as his smile widened. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured then and kissed her tenderly this time, his fingers twitching inside of her once more.
She found the energy to wrap her arms around his neck, linking her hands together, and kiss him back with the same sweetness — and then his fingers moved again, and she ripped her mouth from his to moan and bite at her lip.