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.
His arms around her, holding her warm and close; his body below her, a part of her — Summer relaxed against Isaac in the purest bliss she’d ever known. “Shhh,” she whispered, barely audible. “Still.” She stroked his shoulder, fingertips making tiny circles, and pressed her nose to his throat. She just wanted to feel him there, the two of them connected, the binding she’d never allowed anyone else to have. “So amazing.”
Trembling jerkily against her in the aftermath, Isaac nodded obediently and tried to still his hips, feeling himself pulse and twitch inside of her body. Grunting incoherently as he pressed his lips to her forehead, goosebumps rose on his flesh as her fingertips danced across them, a blissful little smile settling on his face. And that single phrase she uttered summed it up perfectly – he’d never felt so loved than he did in that moment.
“You feel so good,” she breathed, mouthing at his neck. She held as still as possible, wanting to keep that sensation forever. He did something, some twitch, some tiny shift, and she moaned, feeling it all the way up her spine. “Oh, Isaac … “