Issac continued after her orgasm to keep her rolling in the ecstasy of it. Finally, he stood up, his smirk mischevious as ever with the dimples deep set. Running his hand over her torso, his own body riled, he adjusted her so his hips settled into hers. His length positioned for her, he rocked his hips against her, pushing inside of the tightened, sensitive muscles.
He groaned. "We need to do this more often." He sent her as he started to thrust slowly to tease and elicit greater need.