the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

It was hard to kiss him and laugh and moan and smile all at the same time. The way he moved, the way they moved together, had her clinging to him, one hand gripping his curls, and whispering his name. She wanted him to feel this good too, and did — something, with her hips and legs, trying to make him cry out her name.

Pleasure was flooding through him as he gazed down at her, framing her head in his hands as his fingers tangled in her fiery locks, eyes adoring and glazed over with lust. “Love you,” he muttered breathlessly into the kiss, grinding down against her, moans and gasps spilling from his lips as she twisted beneath him. “Summer!”

She laughed again, still breathless, and writhed some more. She could feel him, twitching and spending within her, even as he clutched at her hair, and her toes curled with the sheer ecstasy of it. With the sunlight on their skin, and his breath warm against her cheek … she shuddered beneath him again, dragged into a stronger climax by his.

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