Isabel gasped when he rolled them over, her back hitting the mattress again, still wrapped around him.
“Isaac,” she breathed, her hands flying to his chest, her legs twitching from the overstimulation.
He didn’t pull out.
His eyes stayed on hers, dark and half-lidded, his breathing shallow. His hands gripped her hips tighter.
“You said not to stop,” he muttered.
She swallowed hard. “I thought you came.”
“I did,” he said, dragging his lips over her jaw, “and I’m still hard.”
Her body clenched around him involuntarily. He felt it, cursed under his breath, and pushed in again, slower this time, but deeper.
Her nails scraped down his arms. “It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.”
His hands slid under her thighs and lifted her legs higher, folding her slightly as he thrust in again. Her mouth
