Their mouths met, and his motions slowed, and she cried out into his kiss. The sloppy, open-mouthed kiss pushed her that much closer, and then his tongue brushed hers and she fell over the edge, shuddering and clutching at him. Her body crumpled forward, trying to hold onto that feeling of flying free of herself, and her voice choked in her throat.
Smiling as he swallowed her cries of delight, Isaac curled his fingers, wondering if he could locate that area he’d heard discussed in the boy’s locker room, the spot that would drive her wild with pleasure. And he must have found it, for moments later, she came, quivering and clenching around his fingers as he watched her with awe.
At last the orgasm let her go, except intermittent shivers, and she lay back against the bed panting, still exquisitely aware of his fingers within her body. She felt blasted clean, hollow and ready to be filled with someone else, and blissful lethargy weighted her limbs down. “Isaac,” she breathed at last, and smiled at the look on his face.