She could do nothing but hold on to his shoulders, fingertips curving into his skin, as he teased her. Her head fell back, and as she trembled in his hands her hair came loose, uncoiling to the ground in a red swirl. “Please,” she panted, knees starting to give way.
He whimpered and licked across her lips, biting down until their tongues finally tangled together, the air around them heavy with the sound of their breathing. Pressing even closer so that her hair caressed his bare chest, he whimpered and moved his hands long enough to remove the rest of the clothing from her body, before they returned to her chest once again.
Summer stumbled backward as Isaac tugged her skirts down, catching herself against the edge of the bed. Every nerve ending sang as he pressed against her once more, and she pushed up to kiss him again and again, licking and nipping at his mouth. She could feel him, hard and wanting, captured between their bodies, and she shifted to rub herself against him. One hand sank into his hair, gripping tight.