She gasped and arched, crushing herself to him. She tore her mouth from his long enough to gasp in a harsh breath, and kissed him again, licking at his lip and plunging her tongue into his mouth. It was impossible for her to stop the relentless rhythm of her hips, rising to meet his hand.
Letting out a strangled cry as she contorted beneath him, Isaac mouthed eagerly at her lips and allowed her to take control of that, whilst his fingers slammed into her, gradually increasing in speed. “You feel so good…” he breathed out against her lips, watching her shift and thrash with awe.
She threw her head back against the pillows in response, hands fisting in the blankets again. “Please, Isaac,” she whimpered, “please.”