“You really think so?”
Why in the world would she tell him to stop when /he/ was doing /that/? She flinched involuntarily, startled, when he first touched her, and then oh god what had he found? She whimpered, couldn’t help jerking her hips. His name slid out of her mouth on a long moan, feeling like it was dragged from her by that clever tongue.
Isaac smiled to himself at her reaction and continued suckling at her clit before bringing his hand up and slipping two fingers inside of her, tongue keeping her clit stimulated while he rubbed over her g-spot with his fingers. He pulled back just enough to mumble, ”Pull my hair,” before going back and sucking harder, moving his fingers faster.
Obediently, half-coherent, Summer sank her fingers into his hair, scraping her nails along the curve of his skull before tugging lightly. He slid two fingers into her and it was like being struck by lightning, every nerve lit up and singing. She was moaning continuously now, a whimpering sighing pleading sound that rose and fell with every motion of his fingers. “Slower,” she managed, “please, god, Isaac, slower.”
Isaac moaned, sending vibrations all through her. He smiled and did as he was told, bringing his fingers in and out slowly. He pushed them in as far as he could, spreading them out and teasing her walls before dragging them out torturously slow. He continued sucking her clit, slowly down on that front as well, humming and sending vibrations.
“Perfect, fuck, you are so perfect … ” Summer closed her hands tighter in his hair, fingers wound around the curls. This was a benefit of height she had never considered — long, elegant, agile fingers. She arched her back, trying to get more, get closer, almost straining.