Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
“Maybe I want it to happen more than once,” he stated simply and licked across the faint indents in his neck, curling and twisting his fist as he sped up his strokes, their eyes locking in the mirror. “Mmmm, I love making you feel good, Summer.”
The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.