She kissed him fiercely, squeezing hard, and breathed, “Come for me, Isaac.” She was still unsure about actual sex, but this — oh, this she wanted, this she could do.
She hoped desperately he wouldn’t just vanish afterward. They would still be friends, right?
“Come for me.”
Crying out his release as he grabbed at the bedsheets, his body thrashed wildly, legs flailing slightly as he spilled out over her fingers, then slumping to the bed and panting harshly. Momentarily rendered speechless as he fought to catch his breath, he closed his eyes and allowed a silly little smile to adorn his face.
Summer laughed softly at the smile, blissed-out and relaxed. Seeing it made her feel powerful — she had caused that. Just her. She curled into his side, one leg draped over his, and doodled little designs with sticky fingers on his chest. “Thank you,” she said quietly, not sure what happens next.