She pressed her hand into his hip, holding him down, and stroked again. “Here,” she whispered, and, “come for me.” And when he did, she smiled slyly and murmured, “Reward?”
Gasping out her name as he was practically pinned to the bed, her fingers curling around the jut of his hip, Isaac cried out his release, slamming his head back against the pillow. Nodding eagerly then at the request, he licked at his lips and eyed her hungrily, chest heaving with exertion.
She flopped over to her side, grinning up at him, a huge ecstatic smile. “Was that a good reward?” she asked sweetly.