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.
She wanted to correct, “goddess,” but couldn’t get her brain unscrambled enough. She met his thrust, and they fell into a rhythm that was just fast enough to make her whimper or moan every time. Putting her hands on his wrists, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and cried out at the change in sensation.
“G-gorgeous…” he gasped out with a surprising amount of coherency, fighting the urge to snap his hips up at a more furious pace, instead settling for a gentle love-making. Keeping one hand on her waist and moving the other from under hers to slide up her body, he cupped at one breast, gazing at her body with a fascinated delight.
Her only response was a moan as she rose and fell on him, sliding inexorably toward a climax that felt just out of reach. She closed her eyes and strained for it, shoving down harder, trying to close herself on him tightly and find that one brilliant perfect spot.