EVEREST
It's like nothing he's ever known, nor that he could have anticipated. Ever's understanding of anatomy couldn't have prepared him for the way it felt so right to tether himself to another person in this way, to feel the most tantalising combination of friction and slickness, with a heat that was more than just based in temperature. In time perhaps there would be the slap of skin, of fingers pressed into flesh hard enough to leave marks, of legs lifted and muscles engaged. Just now though, the sex was as vanilla as it could be, and yet the taste of it would linger with the aviator forever.
Having bowed his head into the crook of Isla's neck in order to better focus on the movement of his hips—he wasn't unfit, but this was a new range of motion to explore—it took him a moment or so to find a rhythm he was able to sustain, and surprisingly rather than it being quick, it was almost comically slow. Having no idea that he could fuck his way toward his own orgasm, Ever's thrusts were almost patient in a way that probably frustrated them both. Indeed, the aviator huffed against the Remedy, breathless and lost in the state of his own arousal and the tantalizing nearness of his first real orgasm.
Predictably, it didn't take long for Everest to near his climax, and as no one had told him that the polite thing to do was to tell your partner, when he came, it was suddenly and accompanied by a surprisingly feral moan against Isla's neck. Releasing one grip on her sheets, the aviator's hand moved down the length of the Remedy, clutching at her thigh to curl her further against him as his body shivered and brooked the quake of his orgasm.
Having bowed his head into the crook of Isla's neck in order to better focus on the movement of his hips—he wasn't unfit, but this was a new range of motion to explore—it took him a moment or so to find a rhythm he was able to sustain, and surprisingly rather than it being quick, it was almost comically slow. Having no idea that he could fuck his way toward his own orgasm, Ever's thrusts were almost patient in a way that probably frustrated them both. Indeed, the aviator huffed against the Remedy, breathless and lost in the state of his own arousal and the tantalizing nearness of his first real orgasm.
Predictably, it didn't take long for Everest to near his climax, and as no one had told him that the polite thing to do was to tell your partner, when he came, it was suddenly and accompanied by a surprisingly feral moan against Isla's neck. Releasing one grip on her sheets, the aviator's hand moved down the length of the Remedy, clutching at her thigh to curl her further against him as his body shivered and brooked the quake of his orgasm.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
