Isla
"That's the kind of game I could get behind," Isla says with a nod. More accurately, as it happens, it's the kind of game she can lay beneath, malleable and more than happy to tilt her chin up and into Ever's kisses. Shivering in a breath to feel feathers of all things slip like silk across her skin, she just about manages to contain her moan of pleasant surprise - just. Still, "Warm," does leave her lips, and her fingers curl almost possessively into his unruly curls.
Eyes slipping shut, she's all but melting into his ministrations, though they reach a slight stop-start as his mouth comes ghosting across her nipple. "Colder," she says ruefully, though the amusement and the way his hands are more than making up for it will hopefully spur him on.
Eyes slipping shut, she's all but melting into his ministrations, though they reach a slight stop-start as his mouth comes ghosting across her nipple. "Colder," she says ruefully, though the amusement and the way his hands are more than making up for it will hopefully spur him on.
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
