She cried out sharply into the kiss, eyes flying wide. It felt — she couldn’t even think how it felt, only so, so very good. She writhed against him, yearning for more.
Watching with a captivated wonder as her body contorted just from that single touch, Isaac smiled and slowly thrust his finger in and out of her, panting into the kiss. “So beautiful,” he repeated helplessly, hips rutting against her thigh.
She could hardly breathe for how overwhelming the sensation was. Her hands closed on the blankets, tightly fisted, and she lifted her hips into his hand in a slow rhythm. She was hardly even aware that she was repeating, “oh please,” in sync with her rhythm.