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.
Curling one hand into his hair, Summer opened her eyes, fixing them on his, and drew herself up his shaft, then slid back down. Her mouth opened again, but no sound came out.
Angling his head back enough to push into her hands but to be able to maintain eye contact with her, Isaac gasped and watched her hungrily as she rose up and down on his length. Cursing quite colourfully at the friction, he trembled underneath, cracks showing in his restraint.
Quite unconsciously, she panted, “Please, please.” She moved faster, planting messy kisses on whatever part of him she could reach, and it just got better and better. Little moans, rising in rhythm with her motions, slid from her throat.