Isaac's hands strayed from the spot on his cock to unbutton his shirt slowly, her lips distracting him. He wanted to just flip over and take her, the consequences be damned. Instead of following his desires, he held back, closing his eyes and focusing on her voice.
As he wrapped his hand around his cock, he imagined it was her slender fingers instead of his own and he let out a strangled moan. "Tell me should I keep pretending that it is your hand stroking me, slowly up and down?" He swallowed roughly, the words forced out. "Or should I imagine it is your slick wet heat gripping me so tightly?" His hips arched off the bed and took a deep breath. "Your choice, you direct me."