He left off with his mouth, but he kept pressing in with his finger. "Should I give you the pillow now?"

He didn't want to. He was loving each and ever little whimper and sound that was being pulled out of Isaac, especially since it sounded like he was trying so hard not to let anything out. He reached up and grabbed one of his pillows, moving it down to the side of the bed where Isaac could reach it before he went back to licking around his finger, which was now pressed in up to his second knuckle.