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 shook her head slightly; she didn’t know. She’d never indulged in that kind of girltalk to know. Rolling off him, she grabbed at the hem of his boxers and yanked, sucking in a sharp breath when his cock popped out. “Come here,” she gasped, “come here, come — “
He mewled as she tugged his boxers down without any further hesitation, and he quickly brushed aside the growing need to cover himself up that the act created. Instead, he spread his legs and bucked up, drawing as much attention to his erection as he could, gesturing for her to come even closer. “Please…please… I need…I need you…”
“We can’t both be on the bottom,” she snarled, and slithered over on top of him. She could feel him pressing against her, and knew if she shifted just so, they would slide together. She froze, breathing shallowly, and looked at him. She /wanted/, but hesitated. It seemed like a big step.