[ He lets out a helpless, keening noise when she wraps a leg around his, a desperate little moan when their hips angle together, pressing her against him just so, enough to make him see stars. His hands clutches at Isabelle's hip, but this time he doesn't hesitate; they are as alone as they are going to be right now, and so he slips his hand under her clothes, spanning the small of her back, skin to skin, keeping her right where she is as he rolls his hips experimentally, unable to help himself.
If they were naked, right now, it would be... a whole different ballgame. But with their clothes on, the friction of his underwear against the tip of his erection is heaven and hell at the same time, hoping that every time he rolls his hips he's giving her some kind of friction too, something that feels good just like she's making him feel - a little stupid and crazy and bold and strong, she's making him feel.
And he pulls away from her lips, forcing his eyes open to look at her, free arm propping him up on the bed. He wants to ask if she's okay, if this is okay, but instead, he does a little thrust of his hips into hers again, looking for a reaction on her face. ]
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If they were naked, right now, it would be... a whole different ballgame. But with their clothes on, the friction of his underwear against the tip of his erection is heaven and hell at the same time, hoping that every time he rolls his hips he's giving her some kind of friction too, something that feels good just like she's making him feel - a little stupid and crazy and bold and strong, she's making him feel.
And he pulls away from her lips, forcing his eyes open to look at her, free arm propping him up on the bed. He wants to ask if she's okay, if this is okay, but instead, he does a little thrust of his hips into hers again, looking for a reaction on her face. ]
I can't get over - how gorgeous you are.