She inhaled sharply at his voice in her ear, and bit at her lip hard. “Oh, god, Isaac,” she groaned. She had to plant her hands on the counter or sag in his arms, knees going weak.
“Feels good, huh?” he murmured and lazily tweaked at her nipples, pressing his chest up against her back as he cupped her breasts in his palms. “I could do this all day, you know?”
“M-make me weak in the knees with your voice?” She was pinned again between him and the counter, and couldn’t do anything except squirm helplessly in his hands. When did he get so good at that?