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 eased herself forward, changing the angle again, and bit at her lip before kissing him, hard and needy. It all came together then, every nerve suffused with pleasure, and she wailed into his mouth, her body flexing and clenching on his. It felt like the world exploded in stars, a firework in every part of her.
Returning the kiss with a greedy little whine, Isaac’s body contorted to press up against hers, their sweat-slicked chests rocking and sliding together as he continued to thrust up into her. Clutching at her hips in a surely bruising grip, he swallowed her cries and replaced them with his own, completely losing himself in the moment.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, kisses fading into tiny brushes of lips, and rocked back into his thrusts. “Come for me,” she said raggedly, softly. “I want to feel you, I want you, come for me.”