Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“Isaac!” As he crumpled farther down the wall, she hurried toward him, catching at his wrists and then freezing. “Woah,” she managed thickly. Her vision blurred for a moment under the onslaught of desire. Involuntarily, she let go, and the wave receded a little, enough to let her think again. “Isaac, come inside. Come on.”
He trembled and pulled weakly away, gazing up at her with sad and confused eyes, body shaking with arousal. “Y-you…you should go inside…” He protested hoarsely, but nevertheless didn’t fight her as he slowly staggered to his feet. “I feel…I don’t know if I like this or not…”
“No, no, come on.” She coaxed him inside, drew him to the bed — she shuddered at the images leaping full-blown into her mind at the thought of the bed. “Can’t leave you like this out there … what’s happening?”