She closed her eyes, the motion of his fingers drawing a long slow moan from her. She seemed to come to a place where it felt just as good, but she could somehow think, a little. “How — how,” she gasped, “can I make you feel this? I need you to feel like this.”
Scissoring inside of her and slowly stretching her out, Isaac smiled and peppered a trail of kisses across her breasts, before shaking his head. “Let me take care of you for a moment, Summer?”
“B-but,” she whimpered. “Please.” She made herself let go of the blankets and cupped her hands around his shoulders, idly and unconsciously stroking, and cried out his name.