Isabel lay back against the pillows, watching as Isaac crawled over her, his body hovering just inches above hers.
His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head, caging her in without any true restraint.
She could feel the heat of him and the way his c**k pressed against her thigh, already hard.
"You good?" he murmured, voice low, rough with the kind of want that made her stomach tighten.
She nodded, swallowing as his fingers traced down the side of her neck, slow and deliberate.
"Tell me," he said, fingers skimming the strap of her tank top. "Tell me what you want."
She chuckled a little, "I think it's really cute how you like to ask me what I want first."
He lowered his face, tilting his head and planting a small kiss on her cheeks before whispering a little, "
