She threw her head back against the pillows in response, hands fisting in the blankets again. “Please, Isaac,” she whimpered, “please.”
“Are you sure?” he grunted out against her lips, torn between watching her face, her body, or where his fingers were thrusting into her at a near brutal pace. He longed to be buried deep inside her, to have their bodies join together, but he had to be sure that she really wanted this.
“Please!” she begged. “Don’t tease me!”