we're always running scared but holding knives
Not only will she tell him if he's off the mark, she'll definitely let him know when he's doing something right. And for Remi it's definitely the latter based on the soft mewls of pleasure that sigh from Isla's throat, ones that grow into rising moans of near (but not quite) ecstasy as he finds all of her right buttons to push and at the exact right pace. "Yes," she breathes, half worried she's going to leave bruises against his shoulder blades from the force of her heels, but too far gone in chasing her own end to care too much.
"Fuck, right there," Isla encourages, her voice pitching in time with the sudden roll of her hips, her fingers flinching against his scalp. Her climax begins to shiver up the backs of her legs like a spring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. And when it does, gods it's everything Isla can do not to lock her legs around him. But he really does need to breathe like this, and so instead Remi will be treated to the melody of her orgasm and the shiver of her body with each crest of pleasure.
"Fuck, right there," Isla encourages, her voice pitching in time with the sudden roll of her hips, her fingers flinching against his scalp. Her climax begins to shiver up the backs of her legs like a spring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. And when it does, gods it's everything Isla can do not to lock her legs around him. But he really does need to breathe like this, and so instead Remi will be treated to the melody of her orgasm and the shiver of her body with each crest of pleasure.
Isla
