“Oh, f-fuck,” she gasped. It was hard to concentrate when he was doing that, and their arms kept bumping. She was pretty sure she was squeezing too hard now, but it was almost impossible to help it. “Th-thought it was,” she stumbled, “your turn now?”
“Mmm, this is my turn. I like doing this to you,” he said and curled his fingers inside her, groaning aloud and rocking his hips frantically against her fist. “Close…please….” he added on then, burning, lust-filled eyes locking with hers.
‘Please,’ he begged, but her brain was so blurry with what he was doing she couldn’t think what else to do except keep stroking, fingers tightening and loosening.
His movement to torment her meant she had space to stroke and tease /him/, and she did, eyes slipping shut so she could picture what she was doing more clearly. She shivered again, burning, but determined to make him break first. Harder strokes now, and longer, tighter, closing her hand over the tip to make him cry out again.
His original intention had been to drive her mad with touch, making her shudder with pleasure until she knew nothing else but what he was doing to her, but what he hadn’t planned on was her reciprocating. And she was doing it so well to the point where he was struggling to focus, his hips jerking against her fist. Crying out in hoarse delight, he slid two fingers inside of her, trying to take control once more and thought it amusing that they were near enough fighting for dominance in the bathtub.
“Oh, f-fuck,” she gasped. It was hard to concentrate when he was doing that, and their arms kept bumping. She was pretty sure she was squeezing too hard now, but it was almost impossible to help it. “Th-thought it was,” she stumbled, “your turn now?”
She couldn’t reply, her voice too wrecked, but closed her hand more tightly in the water. A watchful little part of her mind reminded her that this was not a good time to go all the way. Instead she scraped her nails down his back and kept her head bent back for him.
Wanting to go further but not at the moment, he vowed to ask her about it later, perhaps when they were in a bed or at least somewhere a little more comfortable, Isaac mewled and inched his hand down her body, eyes locking with hers. “S-Summer…” he croaked out hoarsely, sealing his lips around her neck to suck on her flesh, as his fingers teased the inside of her legs once more.
His movement to torment her meant she had space to stroke and tease /him/, and she did, eyes slipping shut so she could picture what she was doing more clearly. She shivered again, burning, but determined to make him break first. Harder strokes now, and longer, tighter, closing her hand over the tip to make him cry out again.
She found his cock, pressed between them, and wriggled her fingers around it. They were so close together she couldn’t stroke, could hardly move her hand at all, but she squeezed gently. He kissed that place behind her ear and she shuddered.
Letting out a strangled cry at the much-needed friction, Isaac spread his legs enough to remain upright, near frantically rutting against her fingers as he mouthed behind her ear. “Need you…” he whispered throatily, sniffing along her jawline, a trail of kisses following his nose.
She couldn’t reply, her voice too wrecked, but closed her hand more tightly in the water. A watchful little part of her mind reminded her that this was not a good time to go all the way. Instead she scraped her nails down his back and kept her head bent back for him.
She had to tear her mouth away to breathe, and dropped her head back to the tiles lining the edge, giving him her throat instead. Blindly she slipped her hand between them, stroking the back of her hand down his stomach.
Smirk widening as he rendered her speechless, Isaac devoured at her neck, nipping and sucking the delectable flesh and marking it as his own, his hips jerking forwards to press against her roaming hands. “Please…” he begged hoarsely, contradicting his dominant stance as he attacked her neck with kisses.
She found his cock, pressed between them, and wriggled her fingers around it. They were so close together she couldn’t stroke, could hardly move her hand at all, but she squeezed gently. He kissed that place behind her ear and she shuddered.
She was almost completely pinned by him, and god it felt good. One hand scraped down his side, under the water, and grasped his hip, holding on, even pulling him closer. She bit and licked at his mouth, sucking softly on his tongue.
Hoping that he wasn’t too heavy and figuring that she’d tell him if he were, Isaac rocked against her without pause, moans spilling from his lips and into hers as her fingers grazed his ribs and hips. Parting his lips to tangle their tongues together, Isaac grunted and locked eyes with her, pressing her to the edge of the tub as he smirked.
She had to tear her mouth away to breathe, and dropped her head back to the tiles lining the edge, giving him her throat instead. Blindly she slipped her hand between them, stroking the back of her hand down his stomach.
Summer wasn’t at all sure where he’d learned to kiss like /that/. Isaac had never kissed her like that before in the entirety of their two month relationship. Just like that under the inexorable pressure of his mouth and body she was ready again, whimpering for his touch. She wasn’t even sure what it /was/; the strength of him, or the fact that she trusted him utterly, or just him picking up the challenge she’d laid down. “Please,” she begged incoherently.
Doubt and hesitation flickered inside of him as he hovered above her, but he pushed it down, allowing the feeling of power to settle over him. It was odd to be taking so much control here, but from what he could tell, she enjoyed it due to the way that she was moving against him. Ready to move back should she change her mind, Isaac let out a deep moan and slid one hand down her back, the other crushing her against him as he deepened the kiss, hips tenderly rocking against her own.
She was almost completely pinned by him, and god it felt good. One hand scraped down his side, under the water, and grasped his hip, holding on, even pulling him closer. She bit and licked at his mouth, sucking softly on his tongue.
The attempted strut made her laugh even harder, at least until he kissed her. Then she melted in his hands, kissing him back fiercely and pushing until he sat down in the water again. “You can do better,” she challenged.
“Mmm, better than this?” He thrust his tongue into her mouth, suddenly and without warning, as he straddled her lap and pressed her against the edge of the tub. Moaning into the kiss, their bodies pressed together and he held her in place.
Summer wasn’t at all sure where he’d learned to kiss like /that/. Isaac had never kissed her like that before in the entirety of their two month relationship. Just like that under the inexorable pressure of his mouth and body she was ready again, whimpering for his touch. She wasn’t even sure what it /was/; the strength of him, or the fact that she trusted him utterly, or just him picking up the challenge she’d laid down. “Please,” she begged incoherently.
Summer started to laugh at the look on his face, putting her hands down in the water to steady herself. “You must’ve had some idea when you said it,” she gasped, between giggles. “Come on, then, you’re so manly and fierce.”
“Spur of the moment,” he muttered petulantly, before he straightened up and puffed out his chest, attempting to strut forward the best he could in the water. Managing not to slip, he grinned and then pushed her up against the tiled wall, kissing her deeply. “How’s that for starters?”
The attempted strut made her laugh even harder, at least until he kissed her. Then she melted in his hands, kissing him back fiercely and pushing until he sat down in the water again. “You can do better,” she challenged.
Both eyebrows climbed high on her forehead at his words. The swearwords made her smile mischievously, and then she let go. “I’m not holding it now! So prove it.”
Hissing lowly in warning as his face had already become flushed with arousal, Isaac’s eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, cock bobbing in the water. “That’s not fair.” He pouted before smirking and then hesitating, helpless when faced with the challenge.
Summer started to laugh at the look on his face, putting her hands down in the water to steady herself. “You must’ve had some idea when you said it,” she gasped, between giggles. “Come on, then, you’re so manly and fierce.”