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.
“No,” she muttered breathlessly, “let me, hold on … ” Summer squirmed out from under him, panting, and practically ripped her shirt off, and her bra. Getting her skirt off was harder, and she gave up and launched herself at him again, latching onto his throat and biting.
Eyeing her newly revealed skin with a ravenous hunger, Isaac flicked out his tongue to wet his lips and fought the ever tempting urge to just bury his face in between her breasts. Before he could act on his desires, she had lunged upwards, now naked, and sank her teeth into his neck, causing him to let out a low moan.
“Too many clothes,” she hissed, giving up on trying to suck a mark into the pale column of his throat. “Off, Isaac.” She didn’t wait for him to respond, undoing his jeans and shoving her hand inside, gripping and stroking and passionately delighted to find him already hard.