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.
Her eyes rolled back, and she shook over him. “Don’t move,” she whispered, mouth hanging open, before she swallowed hard. “Oh, god … ” At first it was like an intrusion — there was so /much/ of him. Very quickly, though, she began to feel complete — as though this was the way she was meant to be. And then she shifted just a little, flinched or squeezed or something, and it felt very, very good. She lowered herself slowly to kiss him, trying to express through that just how good he felt.
“S-sorry…” he blurted out instantly as he watched the play of emotions flicker across her face, trying to determine whether or not there was any pain lingering there. Grunting and clutching at the sheets to try and refrain from rocking up into her, he whimpered as her body wrapped around his, nothing else feeling as natural and as right as this moment did.
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.