She smacked his stomach with an open palm. “No. Details, Isaac, specifics.” She gave in slightly and nibbled at a rib, murmuring, “You want to be my good wolf, don’t you?”
His stomach went taut at the contact, before he groaned and angled his head back, licking at his lips at the sensations sparking through him. “Mmmm, okay. You have a beautiful body and amazing hair…I just want to tangle my hands in it because it’s so wild…kind of like mine, really. And those legs…they go on for miles. But what I love most about you…is you. Your smile, your laughter, your sense of humour…” He blushed and trailed off, ducking his head. “Now can I have my reward?”
Summer ducked her head too, hiding her pleased and embarrassed smile against his hip. “It’s /your/ legs that go on for miles,” she muttered, “you long-leggedy werewolf.” She peeked up at him, still smiling, and then hitched herself up to sit astride his knees. Before she could nerve herself out of it, she reached down, wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and swallowed the tip.