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.
Just for that she tickled him again, refusing to be put off and climbing half over him to get to the best spots. “Surrender,” she panted at him, giggling helplessly.
“S-Summer!” he spluttered out loudly in protest, flailing and throwing his arms up to try in desperation to stop her, before dissolving into near-hysterical laughter. “Not fair!”
Hanging over his shoulder, she giggled more and said right into his face, “I don’t do fair.” Then she flopped off him and laid flat, gasping for breath and still giggling. “We need a shower.”