ISAAC
The rhythm HE uses is slow, tentative, measured. But then she GRABS hold of HIS shoulders and pushes against HIM. Both of them groan.
"I want…"
Her pursed nipples rub against HIS chest again.
"Anything you want, baby, I'LL give you." HE'S going to give her everything.
HIS hips snap forward, faster now. Again...