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.
As good as it was, it wasn’t /enough/. Summer rocked her hips, trying to get more. “Please, more, please, Isaac. Need you, need you.” Her arms trembled a little, holding herself up.
Eyeing her undulating hips with a captivated awe, Isaac nodded and removed his finger, unconsciously licking at the tip as he eyed her nervously. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Fucking yes,” she hissed. She shifted on him some more, trying to take him in without having to use hands to direct, and failing. “Ple~ease. I want this I want you I want — do it.”