we're always running scared but holding knives
Remi will feel Isla's hiccup of surprise to feel them suddenly moving, and as their roles are reversed it's with a soft cry of need that she settles atop him - but he isn't done yet. It's true that they absolutely haven't had time to work through each other's kink lists, but if the dark flush to Isla's cheeks doesn't say she very much enjoys being manhandled, she's not sure how else to express it.
Blue eyes widen a fraction as she finds her hands around his throat, but as expected, the doctor is a quick learner. Knowing exactly where to press to avoid bruises and cutting off his air supply entirely, Isla's fingers are surprisingly firm (or perhaps not so surprising, given how often Remi has been on the receiving end of her touch).
Rolling her hips against each of his thrusts, the new angle hits all the right places and then some, and Isla can barely even moan her encouragement over the rising, tightening pressure of her climax. "Don't stop--" she stutters, "don't you dare fucking stop--"
For the second time that day, Remi is responsible for Isla's orgasm, though this one feels out of control in a way she wants to throw herself into, to bruise herself against over and over. Squeezing and tightening around him, Isla's fingers flex and choke for a moment, despite every bit of medical training she possesses.
Blue eyes widen a fraction as she finds her hands around his throat, but as expected, the doctor is a quick learner. Knowing exactly where to press to avoid bruises and cutting off his air supply entirely, Isla's fingers are surprisingly firm (or perhaps not so surprising, given how often Remi has been on the receiving end of her touch).
Rolling her hips against each of his thrusts, the new angle hits all the right places and then some, and Isla can barely even moan her encouragement over the rising, tightening pressure of her climax. "Don't stop--" she stutters, "don't you dare fucking stop--"
For the second time that day, Remi is responsible for Isla's orgasm, though this one feels out of control in a way she wants to throw herself into, to bruise herself against over and over. Squeezing and tightening around him, Isla's fingers flex and choke for a moment, despite every bit of medical training she possesses.
Isla
