“Shhh,” Summer hummed. Keeping one hand braced against his side, she ran the fingers of the other down the centre of his chest lightly. There were no scars, but his muscles were faintly defined, and she smiled softly. She did it again, this time curling her hand so her nails skimmed his skin.
Soothed by her low murmurs, Isaac relaxed and ducked his head, tremors travelling through him as her fingers curiously roamed his bare torso. Glancing at her shyly, a small smile tugged at his lips and he pushed into her touch, humming happily as he quickly grew accustomed to the sensation.
She can’t help giggling at the way he responds to her touch; both the way his skin rises in gooseflesh after the passage of her fingers and the way he yearns toward it like a cat expecting petting. She sought out the places that made him tremble the most, intent on driving him wild and completely forgetting that her original plan had been /her/ shirt coming off, not his. He’s just so gorgeous like this, skin bare to her hands and emotions writ plain on his face, and she has to kiss him again.