She made an affirmative, happy kind of sound, applying her lips to various spots on his torso. With a little luck, she could get him to be a little less complacent about what she was doing. Hands might help with that, too. She reached down, tickling slightly.
Feeling almost like he was floating, Isaac’s eyes fluttered shut and he pushed up against her lips, fingers curling and clenching gently in the sheets as a soft hum escaped him. But then, as soon as those fingers began to tickle him, he flailed and squeaked, trying to bat her hands away. “That’s not fair!”
She squeaked a little in return, surprised by his reaction. “I didn’t — stop, I didn’t mean to!” With a hiccupped giggle she pressed him back down, attempting to pin him flat so she could attend with stroking fingers and curious tongue.