She looked at him and shuddered, eyes dark and wanting. “Please … ” she whispered. “Isaac … “
Gazing at her with hungry eyes blown wide with lust, he simply nodded and cleaned off his fingers, before slowly sliding into her, watching the journey with awe. Once he was fully inside, he stilled and gazed up at her, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort.
She wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly. Every time she thought it couldn’t get better, he did something new and it /was/ better. “Why did you stop?” she murmured.