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.
Taking a deep breath, she licked her lips, moved her hips, and felt him prodding right there. She pressed down — and he slid right past, instead of in. She made a funny squeaking whimper and gave him a woebegone look. “Help?”
“D-do…do you want…want me inside?” He breathed out, eyes flickering with hope but he didn’t want to push her, knowing that she had to be as aroused yet as nervous as he was. If she was reluctant, he would fight every instinct trying to rule him in that moment, even though the friction of their bodies rutting together was driving him wild.
“Please?” she begged. She could feel the embarrassed blush rising up her face. Sex was supposed to be easy, right? Anyone could do it. Maybe she was just naturally bad at it?