Isla
Gasping at the sudden feel of his hand, Isla moulds herself into his touch as best she can, though if this is a game of who can turn each other on the most, she'd consider Everest the victor at the moment, despite how he might see her in her current position. Call it the fact that he's already brought her to climax once, the look in his eyes, the rough sweetness of his voice - or that she's almost literally begged for his cock - but she's almost undone a second time when he finally shifts to cover her with his body.
The press of him driving her into the bed is rivalled only by the way he finally enters her from behind, the thrust of his hips punching out a needy moan from her throat. Tilting her head to make room for teeth and kisses, unfortunately Isla's definition of hard is problematic, in that her basis for comparison is Remi Taliesin on a bender. Suffice to say that if Ever's hands leave bruises they're more than welcome, and if his continued thrusts draw cries of pleasure enough to make her voice hoarse, he should take it as a job well done.
The press of him driving her into the bed is rivalled only by the way he finally enters her from behind, the thrust of his hips punching out a needy moan from her throat. Tilting her head to make room for teeth and kisses, unfortunately Isla's definition of hard is problematic, in that her basis for comparison is Remi Taliesin on a bender. Suffice to say that if Ever's hands leave bruises they're more than welcome, and if his continued thrusts draw cries of pleasure enough to make her voice hoarse, he should take it as a job well done.
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
