She whimpered, sparks crackling down her nerves, when he found /that/ place right under her ear. Her hands clenched. “Isaac … please Isaac.” Involuntarily she shifted upward, pressing against him.
Paying particular attention to that spot as she whimpered and shifted underneath him, Isaac groaned against her skin and alternated between licking and nipping at her flesh. As she moved, he pulled back slightly and cocked his head to the side. “Please what?”
A little dazedly, she said, “What? Don’t stop.” Fingertips scraped through his hair, and she pressed even closer, seeking his mouth.