Summer ducked her head too, hiding her pleased and embarrassed smile against his hip. “It’s /your/ legs that go on for miles,” she muttered, “you long-leggedy werewolf.” She peeked up at him, still smiling, and then hitched herself up to sit astride his knees. Before she could nerve herself out of it, she reached down, wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and swallowed the tip.
Smirking victoriously at being able to render her speechless, even if it was only for a few moments, Isaac burst out laughing at her following words, regarding her with a fond expression. “Because that’s such an insult, and you…what are you…oh god, Summer…” He trailed off then and arched up, clawing at the air as a breathy little sigh escaped his lips, now fully hard and leaking against her lips. “Oh wow…”
His reaction made her laugh and made her hot, all at the same time. She sucked a little, trying not to cough at the strange taste of him, and swirled her tongue around a little. Closing her eyes, she took a little more of him in, inching downward. She was beginning to understand why people talked about their jaw hurting — he was bigger than popsicles. Briefly she imagined him in her, and a tingle shot down her spine.