She nodded, face still hot. “I trust you,” she whispered. What was the worst that could happen? She wouldn’t like it. It’s not like there would be pain. And if she didn’t like it, she’d say so, and they would do something else. She made herself relax, made herself smile. A real smile. “Go on.”
Smiling tenderly at her reply, he took a deep breath and leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of her legs, eyes quickly darting up to look her in the eye. At the same time, his hands lazily massaged her hips and moved in even deeper.
Her toes curled harder. When would he — ? “Tease,” she murmured, biting at her lip, heart pounding. The kisses to her skin only made her want more, made her burn to be touched.
“K—?” Oh. /Oh./ He wanted — she blushed hotly. Wouldn’t the hair bother him? Her previous boyfriend had never — with him it had been all hands. Not that she’d complained, but — didn’t guys usually prefer to do that to girls who shaved there? She spread her legs apart in silent acquiescence, toes curling with anticipation.
Stilling and blushing darker as he eyed her nervously, he cast her a shy smile at her silent agreement and leaned forwards, pressing a simple kiss to her hipbone. “You’re sure? I’ve never…well, I’m going by what I’ve heard about, okay?” he murmured lowly and rubbed tenderly at her stomach, waiting for a final show of approval.
She nodded, face still hot. “I trust you,” she whispered. What was the worst that could happen? She wouldn’t like it. It’s not like there would be pain. And if she didn’t like it, she’d say so, and they would do something else. She made herself relax, made herself smile. A real smile. “Go on.”
Summer giggled and squirmed, caught between the tickle of his mouth at her bellybutton and the pleasure of his hands stroking her skin. “Isaac … what are you planning down there?” She felt a little strange, helplessly waiting for whatever it was he would do, unable to touch him because he was out of reach. It felt unequal. It wasn’t that she was worried about what was going on, just that not being /able/ to immediately reciprocate felt odd.
“I…I want to kiss you…” he whispered and lay down in between her legs, curling his fingers loosely around her legs to gently coax them apart, eyes darting up to hers for approval. He knew that she wanted to touch him too, but for now, he simply wanted to enjoy her, make her feel good.
“K—?” Oh. /Oh./ He wanted — she blushed hotly. Wouldn’t the hair bother him? Her previous boyfriend had never — with him it had been all hands. Not that she’d complained, but — didn’t guys usually prefer to do that to girls who shaved there? She spread her legs apart in silent acquiescence, toes curling with anticipation.
“Well, you’re /capable/,” she said, and then lost the rest of the tease in laughter at the look on his face. “It works so much better if there are no clothes.”
Rolling his eyes and blushing, he took a deep breath and tugged her clothes off of her body, licking at his lips at each inch of skin revealed. “Beautiful…” he breathed out and pressed a kiss to her bellybutton, hands sliding up and down her thighs.
Summer giggled and squirmed, caught between the tickle of his mouth at her bellybutton and the pleasure of his hands stroking her skin. “Isaac … what are you planning down there?” She felt a little strange, helplessly waiting for whatever it was he would do, unable to touch him because he was out of reach. It felt unequal. It wasn’t that she was worried about what was going on, just that not being /able/ to immediately reciprocate felt odd.
She sucked in a sharp breath, watching his long fingers. “I don’t know,” she drawled, a matching light in her eyes. “If we’re not going out to the beach … ” But she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts anyway, waiting to see what he would do.
“We can always put them back on,” he stated with a shrug, leaning down to take her nipple in between his lips once more, fingers teasingly skimming down the planes of her stomach, nearing in between her legs. “Can…can I?”
“Well, you’re /capable/,” she said, and then lost the rest of the tease in laughter at the look on his face. “It works so much better if there are no clothes.”
Laughter turned into a helpless, wanton moan. There was entirely too much clothing in the way, despite the lightness of his swim-trunks. She scraped her thoughts together enough to say, breathily, “You never let me finish taking off my clothes.”
He hummed in agreement and slid his hands up to cup her breasts once more, eyes glinting with amusement. “Probably better get that sorted, huh?” he declared in breathless laughter, moving back to teasingly tug on the waistband of his swim shorts.
She sucked in a sharp breath, watching his long fingers. “I don’t know,” she drawled, a matching light in her eyes. “If we’re not going out to the beach … ” But she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts anyway, waiting to see what he would do.
She sighed in relief as the pressure in her back went away. She couldn’t imagine having sex of any kind against a counter. Scraping her fingers through his hair, she deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue against his and biting at his lip. She laughed as he tumbled her onto the bed.
Eagerly allowing his hands to roam her torso, he pushed into her hands and parted his lips, allowing her to take the lead in the passionate kiss as he near enough threw her onto the bed. Not giving her even a moment to protest, he crawled on top of her and gently pressed their hips together, stilling then as he panted into her mouth.
Laughter turned into a helpless, wanton moan. There was entirely too much clothing in the way, despite the lightness of his swim-trunks. She scraped her thoughts together enough to say, breathily, “You never let me finish taking off my clothes.”
It wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough. “More?” she whimpered. She managed to pick up one hand from the counter, tangling the fingers in his curls, and tugged upward until she could kiss his mouth. “Bedroom,” she breathed, in between kisses.
“More,” he echoed without hesitation, hips jerking forward as she dragged his head upwards, lips easily and eagerly finding hers. Humming in delight at the near-rough treatment to his hair, he nodded and effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, not breaking the kiss as he twisted to carry her out of the room.
She sighed in relief as the pressure in her back went away. She couldn’t imagine having sex of any kind against a counter. Scraping her fingers through his hair, she deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue against his and biting at his lip. She laughed as he tumbled her onto the bed.
When he went from suckling to licking, she twitched again. One leg hitched around his hips. “I need … need … ” She couldn’t find the words for the burning in her body, the way every nerve ending seemed to tingle. She squirmed against him, mindlessly trying to achieve pressure.
Pressing his hips up against hers, he let out an almost pained whimper, eyes blown wide with lust as he mouthed at her breasts, eager to drive her wild from his touch alone. Not even registering that he was still rutting against her lower body, he moaned and locked eyes with her, tightening his hold on her hips.
It wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough. “More?” she whimpered. She managed to pick up one hand from the counter, tangling the fingers in his curls, and tugged upward until she could kiss his mouth. “Bedroom,” she breathed, in between kisses.
Between his mouth and her position, she hung between pleasure and pain, vibrating between the two. The edge of the counter dug into her back, deep enough that she knew there would be a pressure mark. But she couldn’t do anything about it, because what he was doing just felt so /good/. It made her /want/ and stole words from her mind, until all she could do was gasp and pant and moan under his ministrations.
Mentally filing away the erotic picture before him, Isaac let out a faint, needy moan and rocked his hips against her thigh, angling his own body so that his lips could get a better grip on her. Smiling against her skin, his teeth grazed over the hardened nub and he gave them both a curious lick.
When he went from suckling to licking, she twitched again. One leg hitched around his hips. “I need … need … ” She couldn’t find the words for the burning in her body, the way every nerve ending seemed to tingle. She squirmed against him, mindlessly trying to achieve pressure.