She made a noncommittal kind of noise and relaxed back against him again. Dreamily, she said, “We thought about it. He has someone else his eyes are fixed on. I’m not his type.” She moaned, feeling like she was drifting closer to the edge, like his fingers pushed gentle waves inside her and she floated on them. “So good.”
“Y-you…you mean you talked about this stuff with him? Was he actually interested?” he said with wide eyes, fingers stilling briefly before he continued, absently wondering if he had anything to worry about in regards to Stiles’ involvement. “Mmhm. Do you want another finger, Summer?”
“My sister,” she murmured, “sent him some nude photos of me, and — but that didn’t go well. He just wasn’t interested in me.” She sighed peacefully, and squirmed down a little lower in the water, trying to rock back and forth into his fingers. “God, you’re so good.”
She gasped, and whimpered, “Slower!” After a moment she dragged in a deep breath, murmuring, “I like slow. Anyway, Stiles turned me down. A lot.”
Nodding obediently, he slowed his fingers down until he was simply lazily thrusting inside of her, continuing to absently rut against her lower back. “Yeah? Well, it’s his loss, isn’t it? Because if he doesn’t know how wonderful and amazing and sexy you are…he really is kind of stupid, huh?”
She made a noncommittal kind of noise and relaxed back against him again. Dreamily, she said, “We thought about it. He has someone else his eyes are fixed on. I’m not his type.” She moaned, feeling like she was drifting closer to the edge, like his fingers pushed gentle waves inside her and she floated on them. “So good.”
She laughed, squeezing his fingers inside her. “I cannot help what my brain does sometimes!” Rubbing her cheek on his head, she added slyly, “Are you jealous?”
He moaned and continued to rock against her, shaking his head as he kissed at the side of her neck. “Not even a little bit — because I’m the one that gets to kiss you, and I’m the one that gets to do this!” He hummed and sped up his fingers inside of her.
She gasped, and whimpered, “Slower!” After a moment she dragged in a deep breath, murmuring, “I like slow. Anyway, Stiles turned me down. A lot.”
“No, that’s perfect, not too much at all.” Her words broke off on a squeaked moan. She breathed a soft chuckle. “Do you have the oral fixation like Stiles does? You bite me a lot.”
He nodded and slowly slid a third finger inside of her, speeding up slightly as he thrust his fingers in and out of her body, lazily rocking against her back. He moaned then and mashed his face against her neck, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe you’re talking about Stiles right now!”
She laughed, squeezing his fingers inside her. “I cannot help what my brain does sometimes!” Rubbing her cheek on his head, she added slyly, “Are you jealous?”
“God, yes.” Nothing in the world compared to this, she’d found. The feeling of him slowly opening her up, eager to please and begging to touch her. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t had sex yet; that they might not for a while. His hands, his touch, his responsiveness were so amazing. “Everything you do feels so good.”
“Love you,” he mumbled against her shoulder, licking at the faint mark his human teeth had made in her flesh, and before long, a second finger had joined the first, scissoring inside of her. “H-how many can you take? Is this too much?”
“No, that’s perfect, not too much at all.” Her words broke off on a squeaked moan. She breathed a soft chuckle. “Do you have the oral fixation like Stiles does? You bite me a lot.”
“Hmm … ?” She closed her eyes and relaxed against him, utterly placing herself in his hands. A quiet hum slid from her throat.
Spreading his legs to pull her flush against him, he curled his finger inside her, slowly rocking his hips against her lower back. “Feels good, huh?”
“God, yes.” Nothing in the world compared to this, she’d found. The feeling of him slowly opening her up, eager to please and begging to touch her. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t had sex yet; that they might not for a while. His hands, his touch, his responsiveness were so amazing. “Everything you do feels so good.”
“You don’t have to ask permission for everything, you know. I’m pretty sure you could tell if I didn’t want it.” She nudged her elbow back against him, as a demonstration. “Please, Isaac. Please.”
He grinned and bit down gently on her shoulder as he slipped a finger inside her body, his hips pressing up against her spine, all at once. “Like this, you mean?” he finally murmured against her skin after a few moments.
“Hmm … ?” She closed her eyes and relaxed against him, utterly placing herself in his hands. A quiet hum slid from her throat.
Her face went so hot she briefly expected the water to boil around her. She had to clear her throat before she could reply, “You are the most incredible man.” She squirmed a little, trying to get him to move faster, to be where she wanted him, and was pretty sure something was poking her in the back.
Laughing as he licked along her crimson cheeks, he pressed his groin to her back, fingers slowly inching even closer to teasing her, smiling against the curve of her neck. “Can I? I need to touch you, Summer…I want you feel you fall apart around my fingers…”
“You don’t have to ask permission for everything, you know. I’m pretty sure you could tell if I didn’t want it.” She nudged her elbow back against him, as a demonstration. “Please, Isaac. Please.”
She trembled against him. “You know,” she managed, “what that does to me. You talking right there. Totally unfair. Don’t stop.” She swallowed, and added, “Shouldn’t it be you wanting to get off as often as possible, not get me off as often as possible? The teenage thing. I’m just saying.”
He chuckled and bit down on her earlobe, licking around the shell of her ear as he pressed his chest up against her back. Continuing to slide his fingers higher and higher up her legs, he shrugged and locked her body against his with his free hand. “I can always picture this later to get myself off – it never takes long when I think of you, and that’s a compliment, by the way.”
Her face went so hot she briefly expected the water to boil around her. She had to clear her throat before she could reply, “You are the most incredible man.” She squirmed a little, trying to get him to move faster, to be where she wanted him, and was pretty sure something was poking her in the back.
“You don’t think you’ve taken me apart enough times today?” But even as she was offering half-hearted almost protests, her body was relaxing into him, yearning toward his hands.
“Teenage boy,” he declared in a sing-song voice in her ear, biting down as his hand inched lower, sliding up her legs and brushing her thighs. “Are you sure it’s okay? I’ll pull away right now if you want me to.”
She trembled against him. “You know,” she managed, “what that does to me. You talking right there. Totally unfair. Don’t stop.” She swallowed, and added, “Shouldn’t it be you wanting to get off as often as possible, not get me off as often as possible? The teenage thing. I’m just saying.”