Summer shivered, feeling desire burn through her body again at the way he reacted, the way he looked when he bit his lip. She didn’t stop stroking him, but she pressed upward to brush tiny kisses to his mouth, whispering, “Don’t do that, I want to do that,” and blushing hotly.
Spreading his legs wider to shamelessly rut against her fingers, Isaac eyed her curiously and then tilted his head to the side, parting his lips and moaning into the kiss. “M’kay.” he murmured breathlessly, smiling at the blush on her face. “Beautiful…”
She kissed him fiercely, squeezing hard, and breathed, “Come for me, Isaac.” She was still unsure about actual sex, but this — oh, this she wanted, this she could do.
She hoped desperately he wouldn’t just vanish afterward. They would still be friends, right?
“Come for me.”