[ Possibly because he came first, last time, he is even more determined now to get here there first, to be able to make her shake and tremble for him before his brain completely gives up and in. He drinks her in - literally and figuratively - moving between sucking at her clit and licking down inside her, all the while watching her, the way her back arches, her stomach tense when he slides a hand over it. He moves up all the way to her breast, thumb flicking against it.
His other hand moves as well, down his own body, pressing the heel of his hand against his erection, needing the slight pressure. He groans, his eyes closing now as he breathes Isabelle in, as a part of his brain reminds him that he is, in this very moment, getting to see Isabelle in the most intimate setting there is. That he's getting to bring her pleasure, make her gasp and hold on to his hair and arch into his touch, roll her hips against him.
He pulls away, just a tiny bit, only to not just be mumbling against her skin. ] You can - move more, if you want. And pull my hair.
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His other hand moves as well, down his own body, pressing the heel of his hand against his erection, needing the slight pressure. He groans, his eyes closing now as he breathes Isabelle in, as a part of his brain reminds him that he is, in this very moment, getting to see Isabelle in the most intimate setting there is. That he's getting to bring her pleasure, make her gasp and hold on to his hair and arch into his touch, roll her hips against him.
He pulls away, just a tiny bit, only to not just be mumbling against her skin. ] You can - move more, if you want. And pull my hair.