Isaac wasn't a follower. When it came to birds, he called the shots; he was the one in charge, and he liked it that way. He liked making the situation go the way he wanted. But there was something about Lisa that caused him to loosen the reins a bit. She seemed to know what she was doing, and she did it quite well. So, he took turns letting her lead and periodically became the follower. Isaac found it exciting.
The water from the shower was hot and made their bodies slick and easy for Isaac's hands to move wherever they wanted. Isaac found Lisa's body thrilling--well-formed, very feminine, and easy to lift. She purred against the side of his neck, and Isaac's threshold had been met. He couldn't hold back a second longer; his body was more than ready. Isaac slid his hands beneath Lisa's arse and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his hips.
"You're keeping up just fine," he said, kissing her again.