“I want,” she whimpered, “I want … ” She was so close, if she squeezed her eyes shut she could see it, glittering just ahead, but even though he had found — something, that made her moan and twitch almost uncontrollably it still wasn’t quite enough. “Isaac, Isaac please — ” She dug her fingers into his shoulders, into his hair.
He smiled up at her as he listened to her fractured, gasped sentences, and set about driving her wild with pleasure, tongue wriggling inside of her as he pressed his face in a little deeper. He’d heard the stories about this, of course, that it was easy to make a woman fall apart like this, that it felt amazing to them.
It still wasn’t quite enough. Summer arched, pressing closer, desperate for more. She sank her fingers into his hair and tugged, tugged until he lifted his head and, barely even aware of the demand in her voice, she said, “I need you.”