"Good," he muttered, sounding proud of himself. Carver leaned down to meet her half way for another searing kiss, and from there everything seemed to happen nice and naturally. He found he didn't need to think about what to do or when or why-- his body was quite happy to grind down against hers as she writhed against him, nudging his cock between her legs and coming achingly close to where he wanted to be.

Isabela seemed to have a scheme to all of this, keeping him just stimulated enough to make him groan but just frustrated enough to never get anywhere with it. He was half-tempted to adjust her hips and go for it on his own, but she beat him to the punch at that, too. Carver looked almost startled to be on his back again, but the surprise faded quickly as Isabela impaled herself on him within moments.

"Maker- blighting fuck-" he gasped out, silenced by the nip at his lip. He stared at her then, apparently still a little shocked that this was still happening and that Isabela was in the midst of riding him.

"Don't mind at all," he mumbled, and experimented with rolling his hips for her.