She whimpered a little at his smile. It was all mischievous knave, all teasing and playful and hinting at pleasures to come. She held herself very still, looking down at him, tiny muscles quivering under her skin. The sheer perfection of this moment took her breath away.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming her body, but finally, they locked in against her most hidden place, and he flicked out his tongue to wet his lips, inching closer with every shaking breath. And then, he was pressing his lips up against her, tasting her and growing used to the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Isaac … ” Summer breathed, when finally he touched her. It felt like liquid heat poured down through her body, pooling where his mouth touched. Her fingers clawed into the blankets, and she fought to keep from lifting into him. She had to lay back, her arms were trembling so much, and he found one particular spot and she arched involuntarily.