“You really think so?”
She didn’t even notice, too absorbed in the sensations under her hand. She added a gentle twist at the top of each stroke, and then looked up to see him biting his lip so hard it nearly bled. So she leaned up to brush her mouth to his and whispered, “Don’t do that, it’s my job.” Her face felt hot at the awkward way she felt she said it.
Isaac laughed a little and leaned forward enough to capture her lips in a kiss. “Yes ma’am,” he said teasingly, bringing his hand up to cup her face and deepen the kiss. Isaac shifted, pulling her on top of his lap and resting his free hand on her waist, pressing her against him.
Summer held herself very still atop him, mind turned to the pressure of them together. Only her mouth worked, nipping at his lip where he’d bitten it, and she whimpered slightly. If she moved just a little, or he did, he would slip inside her, and a small voice at the back of her mind shouted distantly that they might want to pause briefly before going that far.