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.
“You feel so good,” she breathed, mouthing at his neck. She held as still as possible, wanting to keep that sensation forever. He did something, some twitch, some tiny shift, and she moaned, feeling it all the way up her spine. “Oh, Isaac … “
“C-can I stay inside?” he panted and locked his eyes on the ceiling, trying to refrain from moving too much, perfectly content to lie where he was at the moment. But then something happened, and he eyed her with concern, chewing on his bottom lip. “What…what did I do? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, oh yes, yes,” she moaned. When he started to worry, she laughed around another moan, and teased, “you can’t tell when something feels good for me?”