Summer closed her eyes completely and rocked on him, exchanging kisses every time his mouth came close to hers. Every brush, every caress, every touch of lips, she stored up for memory. She held him close, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she climaxed, his name a muffled whisper and fingers crooked in his curls.
His eyes fluttered shut for a only a moment, before they opened to lock with hers, breathless little moans spilling into her mouth as their bodies writhed and pressed together, no space between them. He held her as tightly as she held him, fingertips pressing in and creating indents in her skin, his release spilling from him as her name fell from his lips, crushing her body against his own.
They fell asleep tangled together, neither one willing to let the other one go for even a moment. When Summer woke, her heart ached looking on Isaac — how angelic he looked in the dawnlight, lashes lying curved on his pale cheek and curls disheveled about his head. Slowly she extricated herself from his hold, pulling on her dress as silently as she could, and crept out of the room.