She opened her mouth to answer him, and instead a drawn-out, whimpering “ooooooh,” came out. Closing her eyes, she could feel the climax just out of reach, and shifted just a little. “Oh god Isaac, Isaac,” she cried out, and her back arched, the back of her head pressing against his shoulder.
Cooing teasingly in her ear as he attempted to draw out her orgasm with just his fingers, he continued to lazily rut against her rear, smiling against her shoulder. “Come for me, Summer,” he murmured and bit down on her earlobe, sliding his fingers in a little deeper and curling them.
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.