[ The noises she makes, the flush on her cheeks, the way she looks - when she nods it's all he needs to believe he's doing something right, even like this, even when they're still fully dressed and rutting against each other helplessly. It's not exactly what he thought would happen tonight - correction, it's absolutely not what he expected to happen, but here they are, and there is nowhere else in the entire world(s) Baby would rather be.
He feels the sensations building in the small of his back, lightning shooting up his spine when he moves, when she moves, when they meet in the middle, the tent filling out with the sounds of fabric rustling and soft gasps and moans. He wants to watch Isabelle lose it, bring herself to coming just by grinding against him; it feels like a fantasy coming to life, countered by the slight tug and pull of her hand in his hair, keeping him anchored into this reality with the small bite of pain.
Shifting just slightly, he makes sure they're aligned right when he thrusts up against Isabelle, his hand moving from her back to her side to her front, her shirt rucking up around his wrist when he moves up, fingers barely grazing the fabric of her bra, on the underside of her breast. He keeps his eyes straight on Isabelle, checking that he's not crossing a boundary she doesn't want him to, as his fingers grow bolder. ]
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He feels the sensations building in the small of his back, lightning shooting up his spine when he moves, when she moves, when they meet in the middle, the tent filling out with the sounds of fabric rustling and soft gasps and moans. He wants to watch Isabelle lose it, bring herself to coming just by grinding against him; it feels like a fantasy coming to life, countered by the slight tug and pull of her hand in his hair, keeping him anchored into this reality with the small bite of pain.
Shifting just slightly, he makes sure they're aligned right when he thrusts up against Isabelle, his hand moving from her back to her side to her front, her shirt rucking up around his wrist when he moves up, fingers barely grazing the fabric of her bra, on the underside of her breast. He keeps his eyes straight on Isabelle, checking that he's not crossing a boundary she doesn't want him to, as his fingers grow bolder. ]