He shifted so fast from exploring to pressing inside her, the unexpected pleasure of it spiked through her skull. Her hand closed on him, much tighter than she meant to, and she cried out. Panting and whining, she squirmed both hands to bat at her waistband, terribly desperate for more than he could possibly give while she was still clothed.
Hoping that he wasn’t moving too fast but knowing that he couldn’t control his desires at the moment, he quickly glanced at her to check that she was okay and wasn’t in any pain. As she tugged him forward, he nodded at the unspoken question and tugged her pants down with his free hand, the other sliding the finger that little bit deeper inside of her.
With Isaac’s help (and distraction) she managed to shove her jeans down far enough to kick one leg out of them. Just moving around at all, she had to stop every few seconds to close her eyes, or bite her lip, or gasp, for the pleasure of it. She completely gave up trying to touch him, sprawled out across the bed with her jeans still hanging off one foot.