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 could /feel/ him, first softening and then hardening inside her, twitching and pressing, and it made her eyes roll back in her head. She began to rock against him, sliding again.
The friction was delicious and amazing, but it wasn’t enough, so without even checking with her, he tightened his hold around her and rolled them over, sliding even deeper into her body as a result. Mewling in delight and leaning to kiss her on the lips, he began to rock into her with increased speed.
“Oh god,” she panted, roughly, when he rolled them over. She wrapped her legs around his hips and shuddered, crying out his name. How much more of this could she take before she just passed out from sheer pleasure? “So good,” she gasped, plunging her hands into his curls and dragging him down for a kiss.