She would not have been able to say which of the things he did pushed her over the edge singly or in combination. It didn’t matter. Rather than the overwhelming, crashing climax of earlier in the day, this one dragged her under as inexorably as a riptide, slow and sure and steady. It felt like it went on for hours, as she shuddered helplessly in his hands.
Snaking his free hand around her waist to splay out over her abdomen, he held her against his chest, feeling her clench and quiver around his thrusting fingers. Watching with an awed smile as she slowly fell apart in his hands, Isaac peppered kisses across her shoulders, humming soothingly in her ear as he gently rocked her.
It was good that he held her up — she was hazily sure if he hadn’t she would have fallen into the water. ”Was that you being naughty?” she asked, finally. “I can hear you being smug back there.”