Every time she thought she’d gotten settled into kissing him he moved, aiming for some other place, kissing some other part of her. She wondered, briefly, if maybe he was thinking about someone else. Probably. So she arched and sighed and moaned and pressed herself against him; rutted against him; smoothed her hands over strong shoulders and lean hips and the perfect plane of his lower back; and tried to convince herself this was going to mean nothing.
Despite knowing she wasn’t made that way.
Isaac sensed a mood shift and frowned a little, but kept kissing her neck before moving up and resting his forehead against hers. He brought his hand up to rest on her neck, brushing over the skin with his thumb. He smiled a little, pressing their lips together gently. “You are so beautiful,” he said, smiling.
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.
“Hey, no, I’m fine.” Summer cupped his cheek, smiling, eyes hazy. Curling over, she tangled her legs with his, bringing hips and mouths together. She kissed the taste of herself off his lips, licking and nipping. One hip pressed against his erection.
Isaac smiled, relaxing and kissing her back. He ran his hand over her chest and down her stomach, tracing over her hip as he deepened the kiss. Isaac tugged her closer and smiled, pressing one leg against her and starting to kiss down her neck.
Every time she thought she’d gotten settled into kissing him he moved, aiming for some other place, kissing some other part of her. She wondered, briefly, if maybe he was thinking about someone else. Probably. So she arched and sighed and moaned and pressed herself against him; rutted against him; smoothed her hands over strong shoulders and lean hips and the perfect plane of his lower back; and tried to convince herself this was going to mean nothing.
A little confused herself at her instinctive reaction, Summer shook her head. “I don’t know. What you were doing before.” Letting go his hair, she pulled on his shoulders. “Come up, come here.” He was still wearing underwear while she was nude. That wasn’t right.
Isaac went up, nerves actually hitting him. He hadn’t meant to do anything wrong… He came up and looked her over hesitantly, waiting for a response. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Hey, no, I’m fine.” Summer cupped his cheek, smiling, eyes hazy. Curling over, she tangled her legs with his, bringing hips and mouths together. She kissed the taste of herself off his lips, licking and nipping. One hip pressed against his erection.
When he withdrew his fingers, encouraging moans became an unhappy yelp. She felt so empty. Even when he replaced them with his tongue it wasn’t the same. “No, no,” Summer protested, tugging up on his hair.
Isaac panicked a bit when she said no and quickly pulled out and away, looking up at her. He rubbed her thigh gently, looking for direction. “Tell me what to do,” he said, turning and kissing the inside of her thigh.
A little confused herself at her instinctive reaction, Summer shook her head. “I don’t know. What you were doing before.” Letting go his hair, she pulled on his shoulders. “Come up, come here.” He was still wearing underwear while she was nude. That wasn’t right.
“Perfect, fuck, you are so perfect … ” Summer closed her hands tighter in his hair, fingers wound around the curls. This was a benefit of height she had never considered — long, elegant, agile fingers. She arched her back, trying to get more, get closer, almost straining.
Isaac kept going, drinking in the praise and bringing his free hand up to trace patterns over her thigh. He decided to switch, sliding his fingers out of her and starting to rub slow circles around her clit with his thumb. His tongue took their place, plunging inside of her and pressing against her g-spot.
When he withdrew his fingers, encouraging moans became an unhappy yelp. She felt so empty. Even when he replaced them with his tongue it wasn’t the same. “No, no,” Summer protested, tugging up on his hair.
Why in the world would she tell him to stop when /he/ was doing /that/? She flinched involuntarily, startled, when he first touched her, and then oh god what had he found? She whimpered, couldn’t help jerking her hips. His name slid out of her mouth on a long moan, feeling like it was dragged from her by that clever tongue.
Isaac smiled to himself at her reaction and continued suckling at her clit before bringing his hand up and slipping two fingers inside of her, tongue keeping her clit stimulated while he rubbed over her g-spot with his fingers. He pulled back just enough to mumble, ”Pull my hair,” before going back and sucking harder, moving his fingers faster.
Obediently, half-coherent, Summer sank her fingers into his hair, scraping her nails along the curve of his skull before tugging lightly. He slid two fingers into her and it was like being struck by lightning, every nerve lit up and singing. She was moaning continuously now, a whimpering sighing pleading sound that rose and fell with every motion of his fingers. “Slower,” she managed, “please, god, Isaac, slower.”
Isaac moaned, sending vibrations all through her. He smiled and did as he was told, bringing his fingers in and out slowly. He pushed them in as far as he could, spreading them out and teasing her walls before dragging them out torturously slow. He continued sucking her clit, slowly down on that front as well, humming and sending vibrations.
“Perfect, fuck, you are so perfect … ” Summer closed her hands tighter in his hair, fingers wound around the curls. This was a benefit of height she had never considered — long, elegant, agile fingers. She arched her back, trying to get more, get closer, almost straining.
Why in the world would she tell him to stop when /he/ was doing /that/? She flinched involuntarily, startled, when he first touched her, and then oh god what had he found? She whimpered, couldn’t help jerking her hips. His name slid out of her mouth on a long moan, feeling like it was dragged from her by that clever tongue.
Isaac smiled to himself at her reaction and continued suckling at her clit before bringing his hand up and slipping two fingers inside of her, tongue keeping her clit stimulated while he rubbed over her g-spot with his fingers. He pulled back just enough to mumble, ”Pull my hair,” before going back and sucking harder, moving his fingers faster.
Obediently, half-coherent, Summer sank her fingers into his hair, scraping her nails along the curve of his skull before tugging lightly. He slid two fingers into her and it was like being struck by lightning, every nerve lit up and singing. She was moaning continuously now, a whimpering sighing pleading sound that rose and fell with every motion of his fingers. “Slower,” she managed, “please, god, Isaac, slower.”
Sitting back on her heels over his knees, Summer lifted an eyebrow sharply, a slight smile on her mouth. “What might that be? Should I be worried?” One fingernail traced up his thigh idly.
Isaac grinned wickedly. “I think you’ll like it,” he mumbled, laying her down and kissing her neck. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and slowly slid them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He settled between her legs after putting them over his shoulders and looked up at her. “Okay?”
That smile, god, that smile made her shudder, hard and full of need. Her clothes were going to be all over the place tomorrow and she did. Not. Care. “Starting to wonder if maybe I’m out of my league here,” she whispered, watching Isaac.
Isaac rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little. “Just tell me to stop if you need me to,” he said before licking a wide stripe over her slit. He started sucking on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, trying to get some moans out of her.
Why in the world would she tell him to stop when /he/ was doing /that/? She flinched involuntarily, startled, when he first touched her, and then oh god what had he found? She whimpered, couldn’t help jerking her hips. His name slid out of her mouth on a long moan, feeling like it was dragged from her by that clever tongue.
Sitting back on her heels over his knees, Summer lifted an eyebrow sharply, a slight smile on her mouth. “What might that be? Should I be worried?” One fingernail traced up his thigh idly.
Isaac grinned wickedly. “I think you’ll like it,” he mumbled, laying her down and kissing her neck. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and slowly slid them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He settled between her legs after putting them over his shoulders and looked up at her. “Okay?”
That smile, god, that smile made her shudder, hard and full of need. Her clothes were going to be all over the place tomorrow and she did. Not. Care. “Starting to wonder if maybe I’m out of my league here,” she whispered, watching Isaac.
“You are going to have to start warning me before you do that,” Summer yelped. She wrapped both arms around his neck and held on tightly, fingers climbing up into his curls to tug. She’d wanted to do that for ages. When he kissed her again, she returned it with interest, hands exploring down his sides, before pulling away to start kissing down his chest.
Isaac grinned. “I won’t drop you,” he promised, kissing her again. He closed his eyes, hands moving to her hair. He ran his fingers through it before moving his hands up and down her back. “Mmm… I want to try something,” he said, sitting up a little and looking down at her, eyes sparkling mischievously.
Sitting back on her heels over his knees, Summer lifted an eyebrow sharply, a slight smile on her mouth. “What might that be? Should I be worried?” One fingernail traced up his thigh idly.
