She pulled away, slowly, eyes flicking open. “Isaac,” she breathed. “I — too fast? Too … ?”
“L-little bit…but I like it…” He shivered and eyed her shyly, a small smile ghosting on his lips.
“Oh, god, don’t look at me like that,” she groaned before pressing her mouth to his again. She took her time about it, this time; little brushes and touches, just tasting him. One hand cradled his head.