She closed her eyes, feet sliding against his calves, and leaned back just a little, using one hand to brace herself. She slid her fingers down his neck, pausing at the freckles there, before scraping them down over his collarbone. She hitched her hips a little, trying to get closer, wanting him, all of him.
As their bodies slipped and slid together, Isaac longed to be inside her, to be at one with her, but he couldn’t coordinate his body enough. All he could do for the moment was rock against her, pant desperately into her mouth as he pushed up into her roaming fingers, rocking his hips down against hers. “Need you, Summer…I need to feel you…”
“I’m here,” she panted in response, “I’m right here … ” The words dissolved off into a moan, pleading with him. She hitched herself onto the bed, shuddering at the sensation, and lifted both hands to put them around his neck and pull him down on top of her.