EVEREST
Flushed, breathless, and so far removed from anything he could have predicted, Everest could only gape with wonder and boyish devotion at the woman slowly turning him into a man. "...I..yeah." He agrees emphatically, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice however rough his tone had become. "I don't think anything has ever felt so good before" And, given the years of his life spent caged by his own anxiety, he wasn't even exaggerating.
As the sundress falls away, the aviator nearly falls to his knees in worship; had Isla's hand not been there to grasp the waist of his, pants he might have dropped right then and there. "Yes please." He answers promptly, having not yet made it to the lesson where the rules of politeness didn't transfer into the bedroom. "I want you, Isla. Not just because this is so new, but because...gods, you're brilliant, and kind, and..look at you.." It was hard for him to do anything else, honestly, and though his blue eyes had a hard time remaining anywhere for too long, almost always they returned to the soft swell of her belly and the twin gulfs that disappeared beneath the fabric of her underwear between her hip bones.
Whether he was meant to just fumble through with her guidance or whether she'd continue to drop clues, Everest wasn't sure, and so he merely stood, caged erection and dark eyes, all boyish restraint and desire.
As the sundress falls away, the aviator nearly falls to his knees in worship; had Isla's hand not been there to grasp the waist of his, pants he might have dropped right then and there. "Yes please." He answers promptly, having not yet made it to the lesson where the rules of politeness didn't transfer into the bedroom. "I want you, Isla. Not just because this is so new, but because...gods, you're brilliant, and kind, and..look at you.." It was hard for him to do anything else, honestly, and though his blue eyes had a hard time remaining anywhere for too long, almost always they returned to the soft swell of her belly and the twin gulfs that disappeared beneath the fabric of her underwear between her hip bones.
Whether he was meant to just fumble through with her guidance or whether she'd continue to drop clues, Everest wasn't sure, and so he merely stood, caged erection and dark eyes, all boyish restraint and desire.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
