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.
“Anything, please god, anything.” She whimpered, sliding up enough to catch at his mouth. Her fingers curled into his skin.
“Call me Isaac,” he declared breathlessly and groaned into the kiss, lovingly caressing the inside of her legs before thrusting a finger inside of her. He knew that a little preparation would help her.
Her indignant protest was muffled by the yelp of bliss when he touched her. She closed her eyes, head tipping back, and panted. “Isaac, Isaac, oh please, more, please.”