[ She says it's okay, and Baby believes her. He doesn't trust anyone the way he trusts Isabelle - no one, bar Debbie, has ever given him reason to trust in this way. But his faith in her is as steady as his heartbeat is wild, right now, and when she sits herself on top of him, he reaches out, hand clasping hers as he bucks, his whole body tensing as he pushes up inside her.
He lets out a strangled noise, fingers tight around hers when she's seated atop him, his cock as deep as it will go inside her, the two of them on her bed, quiet if not for their labored breathing, for the sounds of skin against skin, of hands skidding against the sheets. Baby opens his eyes, looks up at Isabelle above him, looking powerful and amazing and feeling like nothing he's ever felt before - tighter and wetter and more welcoming. He opens his mouth, wanting to have the words to describe her, to tell her how he makes her feel, but not managing them. All he can do is hold on to her, looking at her like she is the sun itself, moving his hips in fractions. ]
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He lets out a strangled noise, fingers tight around hers when she's seated atop him, his cock as deep as it will go inside her, the two of them on her bed, quiet if not for their labored breathing, for the sounds of skin against skin, of hands skidding against the sheets. Baby opens his eyes, looks up at Isabelle above him, looking powerful and amazing and feeling like nothing he's ever felt before - tighter and wetter and more welcoming. He opens his mouth, wanting to have the words to describe her, to tell her how he makes her feel, but not managing them. All he can do is hold on to her, looking at her like she is the sun itself, moving his hips in fractions. ]