EVEREST
Isla could have impaled him with one of her horns or choked him with her tail for all the coherence Ever currently possessed. He felt, though he wasn't aware of, her fingers in his hair and the way they trickled down his neck to pool on his shoulders. For the aviator, if forced, he might say that post-orgasm he felt as if he were in a star-filled sky, unhindered by wings, a boat or even a body. He was just there, limitless and unconstrained, perfectly satisfied and still close enough to hear the echoes of his orgasm as they receded. Only when his body was silent did sensation return, and with it came a rather clumsy and bashful attempt at explaining himself.
'Gods, sorry—' Lifting his head and releasing Isla's leg, he noticed the way his moans had left pink marks on her skin, and no doubt his hand hadn't been the softest on her thigh. Not to mention he'd just cum in what felt like an instant. Shifting slightly only to realize he was still inside of her, Ever glanced down between their bodies, eyes widening with uncertainty. '—do I...' Did he...stay? Get up? Did she? Should he have brought a towel?
DON'T PANIC AND BRING A TOWEL
'Gods, sorry—' Lifting his head and releasing Isla's leg, he noticed the way his moans had left pink marks on her skin, and no doubt his hand hadn't been the softest on her thigh. Not to mention he'd just cum in what felt like an instant. Shifting slightly only to realize he was still inside of her, Ever glanced down between their bodies, eyes widening with uncertainty. '—do I...' Did he...stay? Get up? Did she? Should he have brought a towel?
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
