“You deserve to be spoiled.” Summer arched back against him, smiling. “I thought you might like to try photography. I found my nice DSLR camera in the closet and brought it along.”
“Says who?” He challenged playfully and traced lazy circles against her abdomen, lips trailing across her bare shoulders. “Yeah? I think I would — you won’t mind if most of my pictures are of you though, right?”
She huffed a laugh, embarrassed. “For this trip, it’s your camera, and as long as you don’t break it or ruin it you can do what you want. And I get to take some pictures of you.”
She turned over, letting him pull her into spooning, loving the feel of him at her back, safe and warm. “I don’t need a medal.” Dipping her head to kiss his arm, she added, “I brought a surprise for you, too.”
Continuing to pant a little as he pressed his chest up against her back and snaked his arms around her waist, he smiled and tilted his head to the side. “Another surprise? I think you’re spoiling me today.”
“You deserve to be spoiled.” Summer arched back against him, smiling. “I thought you might like to try photography. I found my nice DSLR camera in the closet and brought it along.”
She curled up next to him, brushing her toes against his leg. Just once, she allowed herself to reply, smugly, “I know.”
“The b-best. G-gonna get you a medal…” He hummed happily, looking pleasantly sated as he reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.
She turned over, letting him pull her into to spooning, loving the feel of his at her back, safe and warm. “I don’t need a medal.” Dipping her head to kiss his arm, she added, “I brought a surprise for you, too.”
She pressed her hand into his hip, holding him down, and stroked again. “Here,” she whispered, and, “come for me.” And when he did, she smiled slyly and murmured, “Reward?”
Gasping out her name as he was practically pinned to the bed, her fingers curling around the jut of his hip, Isaac cried out his release, slamming his head back against the pillow. Nodding eagerly then at the request, he licked at his lips and eyed her hungrily, chest heaving with exertion.
She flopped over to her side, grinning up at him, a huge ecstatic smile. “Was that a good reward?” she asked sweetly.
She pulled away again, licking softly at him. She just couldn’t make herself let him come in her mouth yet, not the first time she’d tried this. But she could lick and stroke and pet until he came.
“N-need…where can I…?” He gasped out and gestured crudely, wondering if she would be adverse to him coming on her hand or say, her stomach. Kicking out his legs slightly and scrunching up the bedsheets, he whined and trembled at the swipe of her tongue, cheeks flushed with his impending orgasm.
She pressed her hand into his hip, holding him down, and stroked again. “Here,” she whispered, and, “come for me.” And when he did, she smiled slyly and murmured, “Reward?”
The sudden thrust startled her and she pulled off involuntarily, though his hand kept her from going far. She wasn’t actually sure she wanted him to come in her mouth; the taste of him was odd and she didn’t really feel like she liked it. She liked the way he reacted, though, and she took him in her mouth again, sliding her supporting hand up and down a little to compensate for the lack of depth.
“S-sorry…” He groaned apologetically and tangled his fingers in the hairs on the back of her neck, panting at the sheer warmth of her lips wrapped around him. And then her hand joined in, the dual stimulation driving him wild as he gasped out her name, indicating that he was so close to the edge.
She pulled away again, licking softly at him. She just couldn’t make herself let him come in her mouth yet, not the first time she’d tried this. But she could lick and stroke and pet until he came.
She shivered, trying to offer up an inquiring moan around the weight of him in her mouth, and slid a little farther down. She could feel herself starting to choke, and swallowed around him, before pulling back up to suck just on the tip, sliding her tongue along the slit. She marveled at how soft the skin was.
Babbling incoherently as pleasure took hold of him, Isaac rocked up and then grabbed at the sheets to try and keep still, panting harshly. Moving one hand to cup at the back of her head, he let out a low soothing sound as she choked, before cursing quite colourfully as she continued, knowing that he wouldn’t last for long if she kept this up.
The sudden thrust startled her and she pulled off involuntarily, though his hand kept her from going far. She wasn’t actually sure she wanted him to come in her mouth; the taste of him was odd and she didn’t really feel like she liked it. She liked the way he reacted, though, and she took him in her mouth again, sliding her supporting hand up and down a little to compensate for the lack of depth.
His reaction made her laugh and made her hot, all at the same time. She sucked a little, trying not to cough at the strange taste of him, and swirled her tongue around a little. Closing her eyes, she took a little more of him in, inching downward. She was beginning to understand why people talked about their jaw hurting — he was bigger than popsicles. Briefly she imagined him in her, and a tingle shot down her spine.
He’d never realised how intimate and amazing was for all he had to go on was what he’d seen on the internet and heard in the locker-room, but it was so much better than he’d imagined it to be. Crying out and biting down on his bottom lip to try and keep quiet, he clutched at the bedsheets, fighting the tempting urge to push into her lips. “S-Summer!”
She shivered, trying to offer up an inquiring moan around the weight of him in her mouth, and slid a little farther down. She could feel herself starting to choke, and swallowed around him, before pulling back up to suck just on the tip, sliding her tongue along the slit. She marveled at how soft the skin was.
Summer ducked her head too, hiding her pleased and embarrassed smile against his hip. “It’s /your/ legs that go on for miles,” she muttered, “you long-leggedy werewolf.” She peeked up at him, still smiling, and then hitched herself up to sit astride his knees. Before she could nerve herself out of it, she reached down, wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and swallowed the tip.
Smirking victoriously at being able to render her speechless, even if it was only for a few moments, Isaac burst out laughing at her following words, regarding her with a fond expression. “Because that’s such an insult, and you…what are you…oh god, Summer…” He trailed off then and arched up, clawing at the air as a breathy little sigh escaped his lips, now fully hard and leaking against her lips. “Oh wow…”
His reaction made her laugh and made her hot, all at the same time. She sucked a little, trying not to cough at the strange taste of him, and swirled her tongue around a little. Closing her eyes, she took a little more of him in, inching downward. She was beginning to understand why people talked about their jaw hurting — he was bigger than popsicles. Briefly she imagined him in her, and a tingle shot down her spine.