She arched her head, her back, pressing against him, arms locked about his shoulders. Her mouth fell open, sound strangled by the convulsion of her body around his, and she jerked against him as she came.
Gurgling against her chin as she thrashed wildly beneath him, Isaac framed her head in his hands, rocking harshly now as he chased his own release. Gazing down in awe as she quivered and clenched around him, he came a few moments later, crying out her name, the words muffled against her shoulder.
The feel of him within her as he found his release brought her a second time, and this time she did cry out. And then she relaxed utterly beneath him, smiling softly and occasionally twitching, eyes half-lidded. “Yours,” she murmured, dreamily.