“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the empath breathed, trying not to tremble too much. “You’ll know, I promise, you won’t be able to not know, you won’t hurt me.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a babble of sound.
Pressing another kiss to his lower spine, he nodded and resumed his gentle, albeit determined stroking, before he took a deep breath. “Can you…would it be okay if you bent right over the sink? I want to try and stretch you out, if that’s okay?”
“Would you rather I laid out on the bed?” Summer murmured. “I suppose if we have to change the sheets we might as well only have to change them once.” He trembled again, and sucked in a breath. “Please, Isaac … “