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.
“Oh god,” she gasped, roughly, voice strangled, when he sneezed. It made his cock do the /weirdest/ movement inside her. She closed her eyes and shuddered. “Wh-what?”
He whimpered faintly at the sound that escaped her, mentally berating his cock for twitching in interest, needing a break for a few moments. “I said — ” he muttered as he licked along her neck, desperately trying to control both his breathing and his hormones, “that you deserve to be complimented.”
Faintly, she said, “You’re biased. Of course you would say that — ” Her words broke off in a pleased hum. “Yep, licked it, it’s yours.”