Isla
"That feels good." Isla smiles her reassurance as the aviator's gentle hand settles against her lower back in a movement that might even be deemed natural, now that he's been given enough time to warm up to it. Waiting for his consent - because yes, it is important, and they are both in agreement of this - the Remedy leans in for another taste of his lips. Her mouth is naturally more confident in its explorations, but she keeps things chaste on purpose, not wanting to overwhelm with sloppy makeouts or the unnecessary clash of teeth. (She's not really into that, anyway).
Only as she feels herself melt further against his body do her lips part, one hand pressing to his chest while the other chases up through the back of his curls. Drawing back before her tongue can run away with itself, Ever's proximity is doing just as much as the kisses are, and it's with pink cheeks that Isla glances up at him. "Better? Or would you like more practice?"
Only as she feels herself melt further against his body do her lips part, one hand pressing to his chest while the other chases up through the back of his curls. Drawing back before her tongue can run away with itself, Ever's proximity is doing just as much as the kisses are, and it's with pink cheeks that Isla glances up at him. "Better? Or would you like more practice?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
