Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She laughed, stroking her fingers through his curls. “I can’t imagine I taste good, all sweaty and sticky. Silly Isaac.”
“You taste amazing to me, and…” Here, he blushed and ducked his head, pressing up against her as his fingers tapped across her abdomen. “And you…um…smell like me…”
“I certainly hope so,” she laughed. “You’ve gone to great lengths to drape yourself all over me.” She pushed a little, squirming. “In fact, I might need you to get off me, you’re somehow doing the cat thing.”