She threw her head back even harder when he closed his mouth around her nipple, twitches dancing through her body. Gasping breaths rasped through her throat. “Oh, goddddd … so … don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Eyes widening further at the moans spilling from her lips, Isaac hollowed out his cheeks and began to suck with an eager enthusiasm, lazily alternating between each nipple. Humming and smiling up at her, he curled his fingers around her hips and pressed her back against the sink.
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.
“Keep your mouth there, and it won’t take hours,” she muttered, hands clenching on the counter. She breathed hard, sucking her lip into her mouth and biting on it, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “I-isaac … ” she whimpered.
“I want…I want to try something, okay? Tell me if you don’t like it,” he whispered and then pulled back completely, eyes blown wide as he licked at his lips. Then, he turned her around and leaned down, sealing his lips around one nipple, cupping her other breast and squeezing her hip as he glanced at her for approval.
She threw her head back even harder when he closed his mouth around her nipple, twitches dancing through her body. Gasping breaths rasped through her throat. “Oh, goddddd … so … don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“M-make me weak in the knees with your voice?” She was pinned again between him and the counter, and couldn’t do anything except squirm helplessly in his hands. When did he get so good at that?
Grinning and watching their reflections, he kissed her tenderly along her jawline and neck, contradicting the gentle movements there as he tweaked and tugged on her nipples, pressing up right against her. “You feel so good in my hands, Summer – I could do this for hours until you were begging and pleading me for more.”
“Keep your mouth there, and it won’t take hours,” she muttered, hands clenching on the counter. She breathed hard, sucking her lip into her mouth and biting on it, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “I-isaac … ” she whimpered.
She inhaled sharply at his voice in her ear, and bit at her lip hard. “Oh, god, Isaac,” she groaned. She had to plant her hands on the counter or sag in his arms, knees going weak.
“Feels good, huh?” he murmured and lazily tweaked at her nipples, pressing his chest up against her back as he cupped her breasts in his palms. “I could do this all day, you know?”
“M-make me weak in the knees with your voice?” She was pinned again between him and the counter, and couldn’t do anything except squirm helplessly in his hands. When did he get so good at that?
Summer snorted. “I like how you don’t notice that half the time I’m not!” She twisted an arm up behind her back and popped the clasp, showing him the hook-and-eye mechanism. “It’s easy, once you actually look at it.” Looking over her shoulder, she lifted her eyebrows again. “Now, let me see. Where were we?”
“Says the woman who wears one – of course you know how to work it.” He laughed aloud and shook his head in captivated awe, watching as she effortlessly unclipped herself. “Mmm, about here, I think?” he whispered in her ear, licking around the shell as his hands snaked around her chest to cup her tenderly.
She inhaled sharply at his voice in her ear, and bit at her lip hard. “Oh, god, Isaac,” she groaned. She had to plant her hands on the counter or sag in his arms, knees going weak.
She started to laugh when he swore at her bra, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Stop, stop,” she said finally, “you’re doing it all wrong. Back up.” She pushed gently, and unwrapped her legs, until he stepped back a little. Then she hopped down, pulled off her tank-top, and turned around to show him the clasp. “It helps to actually know how one works.”
“It’s not something that I’ve had much experience with, you know,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly, before eyeing her bare back hungrily and pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. Stepping back to eye her instruction carefully, mischief flashed in his eyes and he laughed aloud. “Or you could just not wear one – I wouldn’t mind at all!”
Summer snorted. “I like how you don’t notice that half the time I’m not!” She twisted an arm up behind her back and popped the clasp, showing him the hook-and-eye mechanism. “It’s easy, once you actually look at it.” Looking over her shoulder, she lifted her eyebrows again. “Now, let me see. Where were we?”
As he stepped close, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him in the same way he had her pinned to the counter. Chuckling, she tangled her tongue with his, and dropped one hand to finish attending to his buttons, until the shirt hung loose form his shoulders. Then she began to kiss her way down his throat. “You’re slacking,” she murmured wickedly.
He shivered at the tight grip and trailed his hands up her ribs so that his fingertips brushed along the fabric of her bra, his eyes widening and flashing golden. Grunting and throwing his head back, he nodded jerkily and fumbled with the solid clasp of her bra, cursing quite colourfully as he got himself into a tangle trying to remove it.
She started to laugh when he swore at her bra, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Stop, stop,” she said finally, “you’re doing it all wrong. Back up.” She pushed gently, and unwrapped her legs, until he stepped back a little. Then she hopped down, pulled off her tank-top, and turned around to show him the clasp. “It helps to actually know how one works.”
Summer undid another button, although it took her a while, what with all the different things competing for her attention. When he started to push up her shirt, she hitched herself up on the counter’s edge and wrapped both arms around his neck, going back to kissing him passionately.
Flicking out his tongue to swipe it across the seam of her lips, he whimpered and lightly scratched at her bellybutton, trailing around the rim as he moved into the space between her legs. He had the feeling that it might take some time for them to leave the bathroom and head to the beach.
As he stepped close, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him in the same way he had her pinned to the counter. Chuckling, she tangled her tongue with his, and dropped one hand to finish attending to his buttons, until the shirt hung loose form his shoulders. Then she began to kiss her way down his throat. “You’re slacking,” she murmured wickedly.
She undid one button, twisting it between her fingers. “You said I could be a little naughty,” she pouted. The other hand snaked behind his head, fingers sliding into his hair. Her eyes dropped to his chest, then flicked back up. “You could make me be quiet.”
“I like it when you’re naughty; it’s hot,” he murmured lowly and stilled his hips, eyeing her shyly as he flicked out his tongue to wet his lips. Grunting and angling his head back to push into her fingers, he swooped down to kiss her deeply, hands tentatively sliding up her shirt to splay out across her stomach.
Summer undid another button, although it took her a while, what with all the different things competing for her attention. When he started to push up her shirt, she hitched herself up on the counter’s edge and wrapped both arms around his neck, going back to kissing him passionately.
Summer laughed, tossing the swimsuits on the counter. “And you’ve never been a fool?” She turned in his hands and leaned on the edge of the sink, sliding her hands up his chest. The fingers of one hand found a button and played with it.
“Hey, you’re just being cheeky now. I wouldn’t say that that was being good at all, would you?” He smirked playfully and shivered as she let him pin her against the sink, pushing his upper torso into her roaming fingers as his own curled tightly around her hips.
She undid one button, twisting it between her fingers. “You said I could be a little naughty,” she pouted. The other hand snaked behind his head, fingers sliding into his hair. Her eyes dropped to his chest, then flicked back up. “You could make me be quiet.”