Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Your utter lack of experience made you charming in a way that I will never forget," Isla informs him with a smile that's trying to run away with itself. "And I do mean that as a compliment, just in case there was any confusion." What Ever had seen as clumsy, Isla had taken as honest and trusting - and given how responsive he'd been to the instructions she'd given him, yes, it had very much been a turn on as well, coincidentally.
Following his gaze around at all the mirrors - and reminded suddenly of a certain room that probably used to be quite nearby in the Grounds - whilst Isla can't say that she's ever given them more than a cursory glance when it comes to sex, she's suddenly quite keen to see Ever at every angle as well.
But there's more still, and she glances up at him beneath dark lashes as his hand skates across the curve of her ass, before her smile twists to become a touch devilish. "You ought to have said so sooner," she tells him, turning slowly in his arms so her ass might press back fully against him, teasing no shortage of friction against the front of his pants. "We could have been having the conversation like this the whole time," she adds, gazing back over her shoulder with a fanged smile.
Following his gaze around at all the mirrors - and reminded suddenly of a certain room that probably used to be quite nearby in the Grounds - whilst Isla can't say that she's ever given them more than a cursory glance when it comes to sex, she's suddenly quite keen to see Ever at every angle as well.
But there's more still, and she glances up at him beneath dark lashes as his hand skates across the curve of her ass, before her smile twists to become a touch devilish. "You ought to have said so sooner," she tells him, turning slowly in his arms so her ass might press back fully against him, teasing no shortage of friction against the front of his pants. "We could have been having the conversation like this the whole time," she adds, gazing back over her shoulder with a fanged smile.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
