She threw her head back even harder when he closed his mouth around her nipple, twitches dancing through her body. Gasping breaths rasped through her throat. “Oh, goddddd … so … don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Eyes widening further at the moans spilling from her lips, Isaac hollowed out his cheeks and began to suck with an eager enthusiasm, lazily alternating between each nipple. Humming and smiling up at her, he curled his fingers around her hips and pressed her back against the sink.
Between his mouth and her position, she hung between pleasure and pain, vibrating between the two. The edge of the counter dug into her back, deep enough that she knew there would be a pressure mark. But she couldn’t do anything about it, because what he was doing just felt so /good/. It made her /want/ and stole words from her mind, until all she could do was gasp and pant and moan under his ministrations.