"Too late," Ellie giggled, and she let herself fall back against the pillows, tugging Isabelle on top of her for another smoldering kiss. Tentatively she let her hands drift down Isabelle's back to her backside, squeezing gently.
Every moan, every whimper out of Isabelle's mouth left her feeling out of control, needy and hot. Really, she knew they should have stopped after the first one, but Ellie hadn't ever had this, had someone who was just as anxious for contact with her, as she was with them.
She sucked on Isabelle's lower lip, grazing with her teeth lightly before releasing it. "This isn't stopping," she remarked unnecessarily. "This... this is more like... continuing."