Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, kisses fading into tiny brushes of lips, and rocked back into his thrusts. “Come for me,” she said raggedly, softly. “I want to feel you, I want you, come for me.”
Nodding obediently, Isaac’s orgasm tore out of him with a grunt, panting out against her lips as he locked eyes with her. Continuing to thrust into her as his body aligned perfectly with hers, he pulled her even closer.
His arms around her, holding her warm and close; his body below her, a part of her — Summer relaxed against Isaac in the purest bliss she’d ever known. “Shhh,” she whispered, barely audible. “Still.” She stroked his shoulder, fingertips making tiny circles, and pressed her nose to his throat. She just wanted to feel him there, the two of them connected, the binding she’d never allowed anyone else to have. “So amazing.”