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?”
“Can I have a kiss?” she asked very quietly, trying to hide the terrible upsurge of hope spinning through her blood. “I think I would like that. And see where that goes. And — and,” her voice fell to a whisper, “maybe we can go on a date? Be … serious? Together?”
Isaac smiled, turning to kiss her hair. “I would like that,” he said quietly before looking down at her and pressing their lips together gently. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek and brushed his thumb over her skin gently.
Summer tipped her head, nestling her cheek more closely into his hand and fitting their mouths more closely together. One hand crept up to rest on his chest, still bare. A soft moan slipped from her throat.
Isaac returned the same energy, arm sliding securely around her waist and holding her there with him. He smiled a little into the kiss, letting out a quiet moan of his own.
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.
“Can I have a kiss?” she asked very quietly, trying to hide the terrible upsurge of hope spinning through her blood. “I think I would like that. And see where that goes. And — and,” her voice fell to a whisper, “maybe we can go on a date? Be … serious? Together?”
Isaac smiled, turning to kiss her hair. “I would like that,” he said quietly before looking down at her and pressing their lips together gently. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek and brushed his thumb over her skin gently.
Summer tipped her head, nestling her cheek more closely into his hand and fitting their mouths more closely together. One hand crept up to rest on his chest, still bare. A soft moan slipped from her throat.
“I’ve never had a fling in my life,” Summer said, sitting up to meet his eyes. “I /always/ get attached. I’m trying to learn to let go.” She sighed and took his hand, tracing a doodle in the palm with a fingertip. “Tell me what you want. Right now. What do you want?”
Isaac looked at her, trying to decide what he did actually want. He swallowed and looked her over, letting her play with his hand (which admittedly he really liked) and sighing. “At this very moment, what I want is for you to know that it’s okay to get attached to me. Because I think I’m starting to get attached to you too. And… I want to make you feel good. In whatever way that may be. However you want,” he said after a while, shrugging a little.
“Can I have a kiss?” she asked very quietly, trying to hide the terrible upsurge of hope spinning through her blood. “I think I would like that. And see where that goes. And — and,” her voice fell to a whisper, “maybe we can go on a date? Be … serious? Together?”
Sliding over, she let him put an arm around her. “What difference does it make? I wanted it. You wanted it. I like you. I like you a lot, Isaac. And the people I like never like me back.” She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, “I was just going to be glad for what you offered and try not to get attached. And then you started talking like we were already in the middle of — of a relationship, and I got confused.”
Isaac frowned and kept his hand on her arm, not touching her side, just in case. “I’m sorry. I just… I just liked you,” he said, giving her a weak smile. “And I guess I thought you liked me too. I don’t know. I’ve only ever been in one relationship, and that didn’t go so well. So I’m not really used to it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, to be honest.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I just know that I like you, and I think you’re gorgeous. And I don’t want to be a fling. So… If it’s a fling you want, I’m not your guy. I can’t do that.”
“I’ve never had a fling in my life,” Summer said, sitting up to meet his eyes. “I /always/ get attached. I’m trying to learn to let go.” She sighed and took his hand, tracing a doodle in the palm with a fingertip. “Tell me what you want. Right now. What do you want?”
She closed her eyes, trying not to cry and failing. “I assumed. I didn’t think — I didn’t — ” She fought the words out. “I didn’t look any farther into you than the surface, because it’s not fair. You can’t do that to me. And I assumed, and I was wrong, and the last person who wanted to have sex with me — and by the way I’m still a virgin — the last person decided I bespelled him into being with me!” She had to stop and swallow hard before she could go on. “I would have said no, I would not have — none of this would have happened if I was just using you in place of someone.”
Isaac blinked in surprise and stared at her for a bit before looking down at the ground. He slowly walked over to the bed before sitting down on it next to her. He looked at her and held his arm out, inviting her to cuddle. He gave her a small smile and sighing. “Summer, were you going to have sex with me without telling me you were a virgin?” he asked quietly.
Sliding over, she let him put an arm around her. “What difference does it make? I wanted it. You wanted it. I like you. I like you a lot, Isaac. And the people I like never like me back.” She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, “I was just going to be glad for what you offered and try not to get attached. And then you started talking like we were already in the middle of — of a relationship, and I got confused.”
