She had to tear her mouth away to breathe, and dropped her head back to the tiles lining the edge, giving him her throat instead. Blindly she slipped her hand between them, stroking the back of her hand down his stomach.
Smirk widening as he rendered her speechless, Isaac devoured at her neck, nipping and sucking the delectable flesh and marking it as his own, his hips jerking forwards to press against her roaming hands. “Please…” he begged hoarsely, contradicting his dominant stance as he attacked her neck with kisses.
She found his cock, pressed between them, and wriggled her fingers around it. They were so close together she couldn’t stroke, could hardly move her hand at all, but she squeezed gently. He kissed that place behind her ear and she shuddered.