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.
“We can’t both be on the bottom,” she snarled, and slithered over on top of him. She could feel him pressing against her, and knew if she shifted just so, they would slide together. She froze, breathing shallowly, and looked at him. She /wanted/, but hesitated. It seemed like a big step.
Rocking together with ever increasing arousal, he eyed that hidden yet intriguing place between her legs, wanting nothing more than to angle his hips slightly and slide right in. But this was the first time that they’d ventured further than a few chaste kisses and some touching, and he didn’t know if she was ready for that final step.
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?”