“What else?” she breathed, stretching out beside him with her head perched on one arm. Delicately she traced patterns on his skin with her free hand.
“I…I want to own you completely and have you own me…to know you inside and out, every curve and to know how to make you happy just from my touch. I want to make you fall apart over and over again until you can’t muster up the energy, and then I’ll lick and kiss you out over and over again.” He whispered, cheeks crimson now, but he kept on going, encouraged by her caresses.
“What else?” she encouraged again — but he had no chance to answer. After only a brief tap, a stout, older woman bustled in, utterly ignoring Isaac’s nudity and carrying a tray.
“Rise and shine, duckies!” she sang out, setting the tray by the fireplace and stirring up the fire. Beaming, she turned back to them. “Oh, you look a ray of sunshine, darling, how grand!” She reached out and pinched Isaac’s cheek. “Such a handsome lad you’ve found here.”