She found his cock, pressed between them, and wriggled her fingers around it. They were so close together she couldn’t stroke, could hardly move her hand at all, but she squeezed gently. He kissed that place behind her ear and she shuddered.
Letting out a strangled cry at the much-needed friction, Isaac spread his legs enough to remain upright, near frantically rutting against her fingers as he mouthed behind her ear. “Need you…” he whispered throatily, sniffing along her jawline, a trail of kisses following his nose.
She couldn’t reply, her voice too wrecked, but closed her hand more tightly in the water. A watchful little part of her mind reminded her that this was not a good time to go all the way. Instead she scraped her nails down his back and kept her head bent back for him.