“This,” she whispered, light fingers stroking him. And, “this,” she murmured, kissing along one hipbone. And, “this,” she breathed, taking him into her mouth as he’d taught her so many months ago.
He hardened immediately and arched up off of the bed slightly, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other flailing around before threading his fingers in her hair. “Oh!” Isaac declared softly, trembling beneath her as he angled his head back against the pillows.
She laughed softly, exploring and caressing. “Make that sound again,” she commanded.