Isla
"Yeah?" Isla tilts her head, leaning automatically into the press of his hands and having to resist the urge to immediately grab him closer, to beg for his calloused touch to cover her all over. "That's good to know," she manages instead, turning now to allow his fingers to skate across her exposed skin as he guides away the fabric of her dress (no bra, of course).
"Luckily, this is one of those occasions where you're allowed to stare," she assures him, left with his hands still against her hips to keep her half-clothed, her fair hair tumbling around her shoulders. "Besides, I don't mind. It makes me feel good," she adds. "Here. How does this feel?"
Taking a small step forward to once again eliminate the distance between them, Isla melts back against Ever's chest, the heat and press of their skin enough to send a plume of desire curling between her thighs. Stuttering in a breath, her fingers walk down the tanned expanse of his shoulder blades and back, until they can guide his hips forward to grind teasingly against her.
"Luckily, this is one of those occasions where you're allowed to stare," she assures him, left with his hands still against her hips to keep her half-clothed, her fair hair tumbling around her shoulders. "Besides, I don't mind. It makes me feel good," she adds. "Here. How does this feel?"
Taking a small step forward to once again eliminate the distance between them, Isla melts back against Ever's chest, the heat and press of their skin enough to send a plume of desire curling between her thighs. Stuttering in a breath, her fingers walk down the tanned expanse of his shoulder blades and back, until they can guide his hips forward to grind teasingly against her.
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
