Slightly dryly, she said, “That would be part of the problem; I don’t know what I want. Your jeans aren’t doing me any favours, though.” A smile hovered at the corners of her mouth, badly suppressed. She let her hands wander down to the button of his jeans, pausing to dip a fingertip in his belly button.
Isaac grinned and shuddered, letting her do what she pleased. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, quickly kicking them off and pushing them off the bed. He grinned at Summer and shifted, laying on his back and pulling her down on top of him.
“Back to this,” she chuckled, squeaking slightly when he pulled her down. Slowly she pushed herself up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and dismounted his body, sliding herself alongside him instead. Slim fingers slid down his side, counting each rib individually, before she bent to kiss the contact points. She used the lightest touch, smiling to see the fine hairs stand up on his skin.
The motion of his hands over her bare skin made her whimper again, hips twitching. Sparks flashed through the nerves in her gut. She hesitated for a second, torn between pinning him flat to kiss and lick and bite her way down his body, and melting helplessly under his hands and mouth while he did the same to her.
Isaac smiled against her lips, hands moving up over her breasts before moving back down to her hips. “Tell me what you want,” he said, starting to kiss her neck again, pulling her close and wrapping her legs around him. “Do you want to do what we were doing earlier?” he asked, flashing her a grin.
Slightly dryly, she said, “That would be part of the problem; I don’t know what I want. Your jeans aren’t doing me any favours, though.” A smile hovered at the corners of her mouth, badly suppressed. She let her hands wander down to the button of his jeans, pausing to dip a fingertip in his belly button.
Another kiss, and another, one arm encircling his neck, fingers playing with his hair. She made little sounds of pleasure, pressing herself more strongly against him. She mouthed her way along his jawline to whisper in his ear, “I want you,” before biting his earlobe.
Isaac shuddered at the kisses, returning them happily and letting out a little moan when he felt her moving against him. He smiled, sliding his hands up her back and over her stomach. “You can have me,” he murmured, kissing her again.
The motion of his hands over her bare skin made her whimper again, hips twitching. Sparks flashed through the nerves in her gut. She hesitated for a second, torn between pinning him flat to kiss and lick and bite her way down his body, and melting helplessly under his hands and mouth while he did the same to her.
Isaac laughed a little when she shifted them around but rested his hands on her lower back, continuing the long, languid kisses that she didn’t seem to have an intention to break off. He brought one hand up to brush some of her hair back behind her ear and cupped her face.
Once again she snuggled her face into his hand, revelling in the warmth of it, in the sense of skin against skin. Heat lined each vein and artery, much more strongly than before. Drawing back the tiniest amount, Summer murmured, “Isaac?”
Isaac smiled down at her, brushing their lips together before countering with, “Summer?” He smiled at her, feeling open and happy.
Another kiss, and another, one arm encircling his neck, fingers playing with his hair. She made little sounds of pleasure, pressing herself more strongly against him. She mouthed her way along his jawline to whisper in his ear, “I want you,” before biting his earlobe.
It felt different this time. Less frantic. More peaceful. She didn’t sense that need to simply tear clothes off. Something important had been settled. Summer tugged them both around until she was across his lap, cuddled close against his chest, and refused to come up for air.
Isaac laughed a little when she shifted them around but rested his hands on her lower back, continuing the long, languid kisses that she didn’t seem to have an intention to break off. He brought one hand up to brush some of her hair back behind her ear and cupped her face.
Once again she snuggled her face into his hand, revelling in the warmth of it, in the sense of skin against skin. Heat lined each vein and artery, much more strongly than before. Drawing back the tiniest amount, Summer murmured, “Isaac?”
Summer chuckled, low in her throat. “What do you know about me that makes you think you could bear me for long, Isaac?” she purred, nipping at the edge of his rib cage.
Isaac hummed, pleased and comfortable. “I don’t know. Are you planning on kicking me to the curb when you’re done with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down at her expectantly.
Summer stilled, parsing that sentence, that expression, over and over again. “I … hadn’t thought that far,” she said finally. “That’s not how it works for me. I keep waiting for this to turn out to be a joke, actually. It wouldn’t be the first time.” She had to stop talking, take a deep breath, try to still the pounding of her pulse. “I’m … not the sort of person someone like you dates.”
She cried out at the vibration — or maybe it was his words. It was hard to get her body to obey enough to meet his thrusts; the need and the fulfillment was so out of control she would have been frightened if there was enough left of her mind to feel anything but pleasure and desire. “Yes, please,” she begged, hands climbing up his arms, over his shoulders. “Here, come here,” and on the words climax spiked up her spine, whiting out her vision.
“Point taken,” Summer responded. “Just how do you intend to persuade me, anyway? You don’t know /that/ much about me.” She shoved him over onto his back, climbing on top of him and pinning him flat before leaning down to kiss at his chest and incidentally grind against him. “I might make you crazy,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
Isaac smiled, shaking his head. He ran his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes, humming and smiling. He resisted the urge to buck his hips up into her. “I think you’re already doing that pretty efficiently,” he mumbled, shuddering.
Summer chuckled, low in her throat. “What do you know about me that makes you think you could bear me for long, Isaac?” she purred, nipping at the edge of his rib cage.
“Whoa! Slow down there, loverboy,” Summer said, rearing back mentally. “For all you know I have deep terrible secrets that will make you run away screaming.” Or, you know, foolish little secrets like being a twenty-year-old virgin.
Isaac rolled his eyes. “I’m a werewolf,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not too sure you can top that,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek and laying down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow and watching her. He ran his hand down her body again, stopping at her hip and smiling.
“Point taken,” Summer responded. “Just how do you intend to persuade me, anyway? You don’t know /that/ much about me.” She shoved him over onto his back, climbing on top of him and pinning him flat before leaning down to kiss at his chest and incidentally grind against him. “I might make you crazy,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
Summer couldn’t help it; she blushed and laughed and shook her head. “No, I’m not. You’re saying that because I’m older and I’m letting you have your way.” She trailed light fingertips over his chest and stomach, ever lower, wondering if that would distract him or if he really had noticed her — distancing. One finger snagged in the elastic of his underwear.
Isaac shuddered as her finger trailed lower and he smiled, nuzzling her cheek. “I think you’re gorgeous, and you just need to deal with it,” he said, smiling and kissing her again. “I will spend the rest of my days trying to convince you if I have to,” he said, grinning at her before connecting their lips again and running his fingers through her hair.
“Whoa! Slow down there, loverboy,” Summer said, rearing back mentally. “For all you know I have deep terrible secrets that will make you run away screaming.” Or, you know, foolish little secrets like being a twenty-year-old virgin.
