Tyrion Sassmaster Lannister.
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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.
Movement — movement pulled her out of the haze of lust, long enough to stumble after him. She swayed between his knees when he sat back down, hair swirling around her hips, and stared back at him. “We don’t — ” she stuttered, “we don’t have to — everything — ” She licked her lips, eyes caught on his mouth. Slowly, she lifted a knee, pressing him to scoot backward on the bed.
Reaching up to grab at her hips, both to steady her and to get a better look at her body, Isaac’s cheeks coloured scarlet and he licked at his lips. Nodding and somehow managing to comprehend her fractured words through his own dazed mind, he whimpered and back-pedalled on the bed, sprawling out and dragging her with him.
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.
Summer tried to clear her mind, moaning when he shifted again and clutching at him. “My bed,” she managed, “around the corner … Isaac … !” It was sheer torture to have his hand so close, and not moving.
Nodding jerkily, he stood up and grabbed her hand, unceremoniously dragging her to the bedroom and then perching on the edge of the bed. Helpless as to how she wanted to go about doing this, he sat and gazed up at her, chest heaving with exertion.
Movement — movement pulled her out of the haze of lust, long enough to stumble after him. She swayed between his knees when he sat back down, hair swirling around her hips, and stared back at him. “We don’t — ” she stuttered, “we don’t have to — everything — ” She licked her lips, eyes caught on his mouth. Slowly, she lifted a knee, pressing him to scoot backward on the bed.
She whispered, “Me either.” Her breath came shaky against his skin, and she whimpered as he thrust up against her. “Please,” she said hazily, “please, touch me.”
He nodded and licked at his lips, eyes roaming her torso as one hand followed the trail, stilling at her waistband. “You…you mean here?” he whispered nervously and rocked up against her once more, cheeks colouring scarlet.
Summer tried to clear her mind, moaning when he shifted again and clutching at him. “My bed,” she managed, “around the corner … Isaac … !” It was sheer torture to have his hand so close, and not moving.
Unrequited love’s a bitch. Maybe you should write about it in english class, you know? Channel all that negative energy. Nah. I was thinking about channelling it into killing her… I’m not very good at writing.
“Want you,” she managed, breaking away from his mouth finally to kiss other parts of him, along his jaw and his throat. She left marks — tried to leave marks — along his collarbone, over his shoulder. “Want you,” she breathed, against the hollow of his throat.
“But I’ve never…not before. Are you sure?” He eyed her dubiously, shifting underneath her and then letting out a gurgled moan of delight as she marked his tender flesh. Slamming his head back against the pillows, he nodded and gripped at her shoulders, lower body arching up to press against hers.
She whispered, “Me either.” Her breath came shaky against his skin, and she whimpered as he thrust up against her. “Please,” she said hazily, “please, touch me.”
Summer shook her head slightly, still lost in the kisses. When he pulled her down she wrapped her arms around his neck, instead, and shivered at their bare skin pressed together. She tugged lightly at his hair, fingers tangled in the curls. “Please,” she panted, against his mouth.
Pushing his head into her hands, his eyes widened comically and then, he hesitated. “I…what do you mean?” he whispered and arched upwards, clearly lost but desperately seeking touch, his breathing hard and heavy as he deepened the kiss.
“Want you,” she managed, breaking away from his mouth finally to kiss other parts of him, along his jaw and his throat. She left marks — tried to leave marks — along his collarbone, over his shoulder. “Want you,” she breathed, against the hollow of his throat.
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.
“S-sorry…” he protested as he pressed up against her, before letting out a breathy little moan of delight as she squirmed against him, the unexpected yet welcome friction driving him mad. Tangling their tongues together, he keened and reached up, pulling her down to crush her against his chest.
Summer shook her head slightly, still lost in the kisses. When he pulled her down she wrapped her arms around his neck, instead, and shivered at their bare skin pressed together. She tugged lightly at his hair, fingers tangled in the curls. “Please,” she panted, against his mouth.
