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.
“Just — returning the favour,” she panted, smugly grinning. She rolled her hips down, experimentally, trying to get him to make that sound again.
Moans increasing in volume, Isaac grabbed at her hips and squeezed tightly, bucking up and shivering, hungry eyes locked with hers. “T-told you I’d be ready again in a f-few moments…”
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.