Isla
The issue, of course, is that for all that Isla is meant to be guiding Everest in this exercise, it really does feel good, and so for a hot few moments she's left just as adrift as the aviator, pressing into his grip and arching against him as if she might be able to encourage his rise into her from a standing position. (Which, not impossible, but ambitious for right now). Hissing a soft but encouraging curse into their kiss and smiling almost bashfully as they part enough for Ever to get his words out, Isla has to spend a second or two before she even really hears them.
When she does, at least, it's with gentle hands cupping his face and an even softer kiss that she guides him back and onto the bed. "It doesn't matter," she tells him, hips and legs shifting to welcome him between them to blanket her. "It's your first time - I promise it doesn't matter." Even as she speaks she's aware that there might be protests, ones that she tries to silence with her lips.
"There's more than one way to please someone," she whispers. "And besides - we can always do it again." Something she's not sure he's aware of, but practice makes perfect, as they say.
When she does, at least, it's with gentle hands cupping his face and an even softer kiss that she guides him back and onto the bed. "It doesn't matter," she tells him, hips and legs shifting to welcome him between them to blanket her. "It's your first time - I promise it doesn't matter." Even as she speaks she's aware that there might be protests, ones that she tries to silence with her lips.
"There's more than one way to please someone," she whispers. "And besides - we can always do it again." Something she's not sure he's aware of, but practice makes perfect, as they say.
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
