“Sometimes I can’t understand why.” She arched a little, pressing into his hands, urging him onward, inward.
“Because you make me laugh and smile, and I feel safe with you and I always want to make you feel like the most important, most loved woman in the world,” he stated a little helplessly, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her centre, breathing out harshly.
Feeling his breath flow over her, she trembled with a soft whimper. “You say the most beautiful things.”
She squeaked delightedly when he turned them over, giggling. Her skin shivered under his kisses, and then she nodded breathlessly, eyes sparkling.
He smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her hip, before wordlessly coaxing her legs apart and nuzzling at the inside of her legs. “I love you, Summer…”
“Sometimes I can’t understand why.” She arched a little, pressing into his hands, urging him onward, inward.
She leaned down, hair falling around their faces, and kissed him slowly. “Take what you want, then.”
Hiding away in the curtain of her hair, he returned the passionate kiss and framed her head in his hands, shivering underneath her, Then, he wriggled out and flipped them over, kissing his way down her stomach, eyes locking with hers. “Can I…?” he questioned as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
She squeaked delightedly when he turned them over, giggling. Her skin shivered under his kisses, and then she nodded breathlessly, eyes sparkling.
With a contented little sigh, she swung her leg across him, holding him steady so she could slide down, and knelt there.
Trembling with anticipation as she practically pinned him to the bed, Isaac lay still and gazed down at her with awe, toes curling with pleasure. “Close, Summer…”
She leaned down, hair falling around their faces, and kissed him slowly. “Take what you want, then.”
“Please what?” Her voice was a mere whisper, perfectly suited to the dimness and quiet of the room. The firelight cast shifting shadows over the two of them, entwined in the bed. Almost idly, she dipped her head, licking at him, tongue swirling close to his cock.
“Don’t stop!” he protested hoarsely and clenched his hands tightly in the bed-sheets, hips rocking minutely as he silenced his protests, eyes widening with anticipation as she leaned down again. Watching with wonderment, his breath hitched as her tongue moved across him and he hardened further, arching up off of the bed slightly.
With a contented little sigh, she swung her leg across him, holding him steady so she could slide down, and knelt there.
She laughed softly, exploring and caressing. “Make that sound again,” she commanded.
“Oh!” he echoed helplessly, legs twitching as his body trembled at her fingers ghosting across his skin, goosebumps rising up as her lips passed by. “Please!”
“Please what?” Her voice was a mere whisper, perfectly suited to the dimness and quiet of the room. The firelight cast shifting shadows over the two of them, entwined in the bed. Almost idly, she dipped her head, licking at him, tongue swirling close to his cock.
“This,” she whispered, light fingers stroking him. And, “this,” she murmured, kissing along one hipbone. And, “this,” she breathed, taking him into her mouth as he’d taught her so many months ago.
He hardened immediately and arched up off of the bed slightly, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other flailing around before threading his fingers in her hair. “Oh!” Isaac declared softly, trembling beneath her as he angled his head back against the pillows.
She laughed softly, exploring and caressing. “Make that sound again,” she commanded.
She squeaked a little in return, surprised by his reaction. “I didn’t — stop, I didn’t mean to!” With a hiccupped giggle she pressed him back down, attempting to pin him flat so she could attend with stroking fingers and curious tongue.
Isaac burst out laughing and tried to inch away from her teasing fingers, before he stilled submissively and gazed up at her. “I believe you,” was all he said as he lay there beneath her, eyes burning as he watched her. “Now what are you going to do to me?”
“This,” she whispered, light fingers stroking him. And, “this,” she murmured, kissing along one hipbone. And, “this,” she breathed, taking him into her mouth as he’d taught her so many months ago.
She made an affirmative, happy kind of sound, applying her lips to various spots on his torso. With a little luck, she could get him to be a little less complacent about what she was doing. Hands might help with that, too. She reached down, tickling slightly.
Feeling almost like he was floating, Isaac’s eyes fluttered shut and he pushed up against her lips, fingers curling and clenching gently in the sheets as a soft hum escaped him. But then, as soon as those fingers began to tickle him, he flailed and squeaked, trying to bat her hands away. “That’s not fair!”
She squeaked a little in return, surprised by his reaction. “I didn’t — stop, I didn’t mean to!” With a hiccupped giggle she pressed him back down, attempting to pin him flat so she could attend with stroking fingers and curious tongue.
“Mine,” she murmured, punctuating it with a kiss. She worked her way down, buried under heaps of bedclothes, interspersing possessive words with more kisses, nips, and licks. Returning to the middle, she pushed and prodded until he rolled over, leaving her a new canvas.
“Yours,” he conceded sleepily, smiling into the sheets as she marked his body as hers with hers lips, and he realised that he could quite happily lie here underneath her and allow her to do this all day. Chuckling then, Isaac rolled over onto his back and unashamedly lay sprawled out for her, a single arched eyebrow his only other reaction. “Having fun?”
She made an affirmative, happy kind of sound, applying her lips to various spots on his torso. With a little luck, she could get him to be a little less complacent about what she was doing. Hands might help with that, too. She reached down, tickling slightly.