Isaac is standing over her, his hard fingers gently smoothing her, before she can get up to speed on what's happening. It never ceases to amaze her the manner in which he can alternate between hard and coarse to soft and gentle.

"Yes or no, Kyoline." His fingers play with the edge of her shirt, gently drawing it up and down.

Her heart beating in her chest, her blood boils beneath her skin, and everything is hyper-sensitive. "Yes. But…"

She maintains eye contact with him. "May I?" Her fingers tease at his belt.

"Fuck…yes."

He backs up until he's standing between her legs beside the bed. She comes up onto...