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.
Quite unconsciously, she panted, “Please, please.” She moved faster, planting messy kisses on whatever part of him she could reach, and it just got better and better. Little moans, rising in rhythm with her motions, slid from her throat.
Unable to believe that they’d waited so long before doing this, Isaac’s hands eagerly mapped out her torso, tracing over each line and curve as he gazed up at her in awe. Then, and only then, did he allow his hips to rock up slightly against hers, eyes latching onto her face to check for any sign of discomfort. “O-okay?”
“Yes, oh yes.” She squeaked out the last word as he shifted. “Do that again!”