the Tale of Sir Isaac



She propped herself up on her elbows, watching avidly. So many times, they were in a hurry, so wound up with desire and need that they stumbled out of their clothes and into the bed, and she never really got a chance to properly look at him. She loved the length of him, how he was so tall and yet leanly muscled, strong but elegant. A study in contrasts. She licked her lips, forcing herself not to simply reach out and drag him down.

He squirmed a little at her roaming eyes, entirely unused to being naked like this and gazed at, but he found her expression to be quite intriguing. “I love you,” he murmured softly as he tugged off the remainder of his clothes, casting them aside in the long grass as he lowered his body to hers, kissing her sweetly as he brushed some hair back from her face.

Summer wrapped her arms around him, burying one hand in his hair and returning his kiss passionately. After a moment, she arched up into him, wordlessly demanding a return to his previous activities.

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