Isabelle got very rarely told to concentrate on herself. Mostly because she usually did that more than enough anyway. "Don't tell me what to do," she mumbled against his lips.

And then she quieted down, just breathing harshly against his lips as she let herself get wrapped up in what she was feeling, and how it was building up and building up and building up – until she tensed up and choked on air and then let out a moan that maybe wasn't too loud but sure seemed that way when they were so close together. And despite the continuing vibrations, he could probably feel the throbbing under his fingers, too. It was pretty strong.

Everything felt amazing.