Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“Please what?” she said, curling her fingers around him. She shivered, the feeling of his hands on her skin intensifying /everything/. She pulled her hand back out and pushed him flat to the bed, prying at his jeans.
“I need you,” he stammered out helplessly and lay in a sprawled out heap underneath her, lifting his hips up to shimmy out of his jeans, no longer feeling ashamed when arousal was controlling his every move. Once completely bare with the exception of his boxers, he lunged up once more to pepper kisses along the swell of her breasts, hands moving to cup them tenderly.
Summer threw her head back, whining. It was her turn to beg, “Please, Isaac, please.” Her hair tumbled down her back, pooling on her thighs. She shuddered under his hands, the gentleness of them despite the heat pushing them both. Gripping onto his knees, she panted, dragging herself to catch at his mouth.