So she held on, and tried to be relaxed, and then tried not to cry out or jerk at the bite of pain. And then the brief pain was overwhelmed by the newness of the sensations — how much wider he seemed than fingers, and longer, and the way she could feel her body shifting around him. She closed her eyes and the world seemed to revolve in stars for a moment and come back down in different ways when she reopened them.
Isaac kissed her gently, cupping her face and moaning against her lips. The tight heat was absolute bliss and she was going to drive him over the edge before he even moved. He moved to kiss down her neck before starting to pull back out. He managed to get a slow and steady rhythm going before too long and found her lips again. “You feel amazing.”
Summer couldn’t even reply. Every time she thought she had enough mind left to say something, he moved again, and all she could do was moan, or whimper. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunching and shifting under his skin. In the same way that her body lay open to him, she opened her mouth to him.
Summer watched his every movement in breathless, yearning silence. When he climbed back atop her, she held on to his shoulders and hooked one knee over his hip. In between kisses, she said, face burning, “Am I supposed to do anything now?”
Isaac let out a quiet laugh and kissed her again, drawing it out for another few moments before moving to kiss her neck. “Just hold on,” he mumbled, lining himself up before holding her by her hips and pushing inside, pausing once he was all the way in and kissing her neck for a few moments to let her adjust.
So she held on, and tried to be relaxed, and then tried not to cry out or jerk at the bite of pain. And then the brief pain was overwhelmed by the newness of the sensations — how much wider he seemed than fingers, and longer, and the way she could feel her body shifting around him. She closed her eyes and the world seemed to revolve in stars for a moment and come back down in different ways when she reopened them.
Summer held herself very still atop him, mind turned to the pressure of them together. Only her mouth worked, nipping at his lip where he’d bitten it, and she whimpered slightly. If she moved just a little, or he did, he would slip inside her, and a small voice at the back of her mind shouted distantly that they might want to pause briefly before going that far.
Isaac continued kissing her, holding her close before sighing and pulling away to look at her. “Hang on,” he murmured, slipping out from under her and grabbing his jeans from the floor. He fished his wallet out of the back pocket and pulled out a condom. He climbed back on the bed and tore the package open with his teeth. Isaac smiled and rolled it on before hovering over her again and pressing their lips together.
Summer watched his every movement in breathless, yearning silence. When he climbed back atop her, she held on to his shoulders and hooked one knee over his hip. In between kisses, she said, face burning, “Am I supposed to do anything now?”
She didn’t even notice, too absorbed in the sensations under her hand. She added a gentle twist at the top of each stroke, and then looked up to see him biting his lip so hard it nearly bled. So she leaned up to brush her mouth to his and whispered, “Don’t do that, it’s my job.” Her face felt hot at the awkward way she felt she said it.
Isaac laughed a little and leaned forward enough to capture her lips in a kiss. “Yes ma’am,” he said teasingly, bringing his hand up to cup her face and deepen the kiss. Isaac shifted, pulling her on top of his lap and resting his free hand on her waist, pressing her against him.
Summer held herself very still atop him, mind turned to the pressure of them together. Only her mouth worked, nipping at his lip where he’d bitten it, and she whimpered slightly. If she moved just a little, or he did, he would slip inside her, and a small voice at the back of her mind shouted distantly that they might want to pause briefly before going that far.
“I’ll take it out in trade,” Summer replied absently, focused on the feel of the flesh under her hand, the way he shifted and moaned. She closed her fingers around him, stroking harder. “If you promise to be more careful next time.” It was strange, the heat and softness — she hadn’t expected bad literary descriptions to be quite so apt. Velvet over steel.
Isaac closed his eyes and shuddered beneath her touch. He was pleasantly surprised to hear her certainty about a next time and smiled as his head tilted back. “Mmm… Wow. That’s… really good…” he mumbled, arching up into her hand and biting his lip a little too hard.
She didn’t even notice, too absorbed in the sensations under her hand. She added a gentle twist at the top of each stroke, and then looked up to see him biting his lip so hard it nearly bled. So she leaned up to brush her mouth to his and whispered, “Don’t do that, it’s my job.” Her face felt hot at the awkward way she felt she said it.
“Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?” She didn’t look up at him anymore, sliding her hand back to pull his shorts down far enough to expose his cock. Careful fingers stroked up the shaft, watching the way he twitched and arched under her hand.
Isaac let out a quiet moan and closed his eyes, hips moving up against her hand. He bit his lip and gripped the sheets, cursing when he accidentally ripped them. “I owe you new sheets,” he mumbled, tilting his head back in pleasure.
“I’ll take it out in trade,” Summer replied absently, focused on the feel of the flesh under her hand, the way he shifted and moaned. She closed her fingers around him, stroking harder. “If you promise to be more careful next time.” It was strange, the heat and softness — she hadn’t expected bad literary descriptions to be quite so apt. Velvet over steel.
Pausing, she blinked up at him. “I /know/ you aren’t a virgin too. Are you.” She stroked slowly along his length, just getting a sense of him, and kissed the mark on his hip. “Nobody’s ever given you a handjob?”
Isaac arched his hips up into her hand, gripping the sheets beneath him. “No…” he said slowly. “Never.” Isaac looked down at her, reaching out and petting her hair. “Why are you…?”
“Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?” She didn’t look up at him anymore, sliding her hand back to pull his shorts down far enough to expose his cock. Careful fingers stroked up the shaft, watching the way he twitched and arched under her hand.
“After thinking I’m ugly, or at best plain, for nearly twenty years, I hardly think I’m going to change my mind overnight,” Summer muttered. She lifted her head to meet his eyes, a half-smile turning up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers twitched a little. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Isaac swallowed, honestly not sure what she was doing at all. He had never had someone do this… Anna had never done anything like that for him. “I don’t know,” he admitted, eyes glued to her hand on his cock.
Pausing, she blinked up at him. “I /know/ you aren’t a virgin too. Are you.” She stroked slowly along his length, just getting a sense of him, and kissed the mark on his hip. “Nobody’s ever given you a handjob?”
“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.
Isaac rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, shaking his head. “You’re gorgeous. Accept it,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. Isaac frowned, hips bucking a bit in response to her hand. “What… What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, propping himself up a little and sucking in a shaking breath.
“After thinking I’m ugly, or at best plain, for nearly twenty years, I hardly think I’m going to change my mind overnight,” Summer muttered. She lifted her head to meet his eyes, a half-smile turning up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers twitched a little. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“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.
Isaac grinned, reaching over and playing with her hair, closing his eyes and shuddering pleasantly. He turned to look at her, smiling gently. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again and humming in pleasure.
“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.
