She pushed the dress away, sliding one leg up over his body, curling her ankle over his knees. “Isaac … ” she whispered back. She pressed herself against him, body burning.
He slid his hands under her thighs, one moving to curve around her rear as the other traced the inside of her leg. “So beautiful…” he whispered, arching up off of the blankets to press himself up against her, his breath hitching with anticipation.
She arched against him harder, eyes closed and head falling back. Her hands slipped under his shirt to clutch at his shoulders. “Please.”