EVEREST
Everest is not one for pain, something he'll likely find out for himself at the House of Midnight, but the tug of Isla's fingers in his curls doesn't come close to anything he finds uncomfortable. If nothing else it's a tactile signal he can use to guide his movements, and gods if the aviator doesn't appreciate a good signpost.
Treated not just to a siren song but an entire symphony, something in Ever breaks and tumbles into oblivion right along with Isla, and while he slows his movements considerably, he holds her tightly against his mouth that he might not lose out on one moment of her bliss.
Though his cock ached for his tongue to tag it in, as Ever tread the waters of Isla's post-orgasmic sea he found himself feeling nothing but puppy love for the woman who had sung his name more sweetly than he'd ever heard it before. Meeting her gaze, Ever nearly said as much before the air in his lungs evaporated and heat spread across his cheeks in broad strokes of crimson.
He'd have said yes ma'am if he could have said anything at all.
Rising, the aviator considered for a moment. He was no mind reader, but given the primary sex positions almost everyone is familiar with, having done one it was no surprise he suggested the other. "Roll over." He whispered in a voice almost too gravely for him to have recognized it as his own. Impatiently his cock twitched, his toes curled, and as he sipped in a breath, he could literally taste what was next to come.
Treated not just to a siren song but an entire symphony, something in Ever breaks and tumbles into oblivion right along with Isla, and while he slows his movements considerably, he holds her tightly against his mouth that he might not lose out on one moment of her bliss.
Though his cock ached for his tongue to tag it in, as Ever tread the waters of Isla's post-orgasmic sea he found himself feeling nothing but puppy love for the woman who had sung his name more sweetly than he'd ever heard it before. Meeting her gaze, Ever nearly said as much before the air in his lungs evaporated and heat spread across his cheeks in broad strokes of crimson.
He'd have said yes ma'am if he could have said anything at all.
Rising, the aviator considered for a moment. He was no mind reader, but given the primary sex positions almost everyone is familiar with, having done one it was no surprise he suggested the other. "Roll over." He whispered in a voice almost too gravely for him to have recognized it as his own. Impatiently his cock twitched, his toes curled, and as he sipped in a breath, he could literally taste what was next to come.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
