“Well, you’re /capable/,” she said, and then lost the rest of the tease in laughter at the look on his face. “It works so much better if there are no clothes.”
Rolling his eyes and blushing, he took a deep breath and tugged her clothes off of her body, licking at his lips at each inch of skin revealed. “Beautiful…” he breathed out and pressed a kiss to her bellybutton, hands sliding up and down her thighs.
Summer giggled and squirmed, caught between the tickle of his mouth at her bellybutton and the pleasure of his hands stroking her skin. “Isaac … what are you planning down there?” She felt a little strange, helplessly waiting for whatever it was he would do, unable to touch him because he was out of reach. It felt unequal. It wasn’t that she was worried about what was going on, just that not being /able/ to immediately reciprocate felt odd.