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.
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.
Hands eagerly mapped and cupped at her breasts, lazily kneading them as he thumbed gently at her nipples, wondering just how sensitive she was there. Shivering as the begging demands spilled from her lips, he leaned to kiss them away, hips rocking with increasing arousal against hers. “T-tell me what you need…”
“You, I need you,” she gasped against his mouth, in between wet, sloppy kisses that spilled over onto his cheeks and across his dimples. She pressed against him, hips grinding, and bit her lip against a whimper. How could he stand this? It felt like her whole body was on fire, like everywhere he touched a bolt of lightning jolted from her skin to her entrance.