chase the morning

Isla

"You will," Isla assures him, sounding perhaps breezily certain about that. But given that she'll be teaching him how, and he's not going to be fumbling and pawing at her like some drunk whose ego is bigger than his dick (hello, a lot of Torchline), she feels like she has a right to be. But already any compliments or clever phrases she might have whispered are silenced by the weight and heat of his body, by the press of his cock between her legs, and her head tilts back into the pillows to enjoy the kisses he presses to her throat.

"Gods, Ever--" She gasps as he finally enters her, her legs hooking automatically around his hips. The anticipation of the moment is more than enough to make it feel more than it is, even for Isla, and she's already slick and wanting for more as his hips roll deeper into her, dragging a needy moan from her throat. "You feel so good," she pants, and it's not just to bolster his confidence, either; Mateo's compliments have not been carelessly given, as it happens.

Now, knowing what they both know - that this is likely to be a short lived moment - Isla doesn't expect the world. But gods if she isn't already imaging a scenario like this one in the near future, where Ever might pin her to the sheets and fuck her like he means it.

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard