the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She squeaked delightedly when he turned them over, giggling. Her skin shivered under his kisses, and then she nodded breathlessly, eyes sparkling.

He smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her hip, before wordlessly coaxing her legs apart and nuzzling at the inside of her legs. “I love you, Summer…”

“Sometimes I can’t understand why.” She arched a little, pressing into his hands, urging him onward, inward.

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