your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Laughing under his breath, the aviator presses his cheek rather adoringly against the side of Isla's head as if they were having nothing more than a sweet moment together. "Well, here's hoping I am able to supplement at least some of that charm with what I've learned." He murmurs softly.
Exhaling sharply, the smile on the aviator's lips begins to melt around the shape of a plea that he only just"We could have, yes." He admits, his hands now pressed against the front of her thighs as she finishes her revolution. "But it would have been a good deal more difficult for you to remove my tie." Ever points out reasonably. Trickleing his fingertips in place to encourage the material of Isla's gown to rise while sliding his other hand against her upper thigh through the slit in her dress, Everest presses a too-soft kiss against the top of one shoulder as his fingers dance salaciously inward.
"I've also learned that I have a tendency to start out quite slow." He whispers, bunching up the fabric of her dress only enough to grant his hand unfettered access without pulling at the material. "Which I've heard can be quite frustrating. Strange though, given how much I like to do as I'm told—" With a single finger, he stroked it between her legs, across the barrier of her underwear with a touch that a butterfly likely could have shaken off. "—in this I can be a bit stubborn."
Exhaling sharply, the smile on the aviator's lips begins to melt around the shape of a plea that he only just"We could have, yes." He admits, his hands now pressed against the front of her thighs as she finishes her revolution. "But it would have been a good deal more difficult for you to remove my tie." Ever points out reasonably. Trickleing his fingertips in place to encourage the material of Isla's gown to rise while sliding his other hand against her upper thigh through the slit in her dress, Everest presses a too-soft kiss against the top of one shoulder as his fingers dance salaciously inward.
"I've also learned that I have a tendency to start out quite slow." He whispers, bunching up the fabric of her dress only enough to grant his hand unfettered access without pulling at the material. "Which I've heard can be quite frustrating. Strange though, given how much I like to do as I'm told—" With a single finger, he stroked it between her legs, across the barrier of her underwear with a touch that a butterfly likely could have shaken off. "—in this I can be a bit stubborn."
