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.
“Fucking yes,” she hissed. She shifted on him some more, trying to take him in without having to use hands to direct, and failing. “Ple~ease. I want this I want you I want — do it.”
Nodding and encouraged further by her gasped pleas, Isaac grabbed at her hips and slowly slid inside of her, crying out in hoarse delight as he slammed his head back against the pillow. “S-Summer!”
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.