your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
The tug of her fingers in his hair has Everest smiling. He only had to be told once that such a gesture was a good thing rather than a bad one (as a dog, he associated any amount of tugging at his hair or fur as a sign he was doing something wrong), and the more it happened, the more he found he quite liked it. "I like when you do that." He whispers against her ear.
Her words have their intended affect, and honestly it's only because Everest has seen for himself the benefits that waiting has on an orgasm (though, there are exceptions), that he's able to shakily keep his composure. "Do you?" He wonders conversationally, though the flush of his cheeks and the way his blue eyes have darkened considerably contradict the level of composure he's aiming for. "And what is it you think?"
Gesturing for Isla to take a seat and to make herself comfortable, the aviator quickly retrieves her wine glass and sets it on the table just by her elbow. Holding her gaze Ever drops slowly to his knees before reaching to pull the heels from her feet.
Her words have their intended affect, and honestly it's only because Everest has seen for himself the benefits that waiting has on an orgasm (though, there are exceptions), that he's able to shakily keep his composure. "Do you?" He wonders conversationally, though the flush of his cheeks and the way his blue eyes have darkened considerably contradict the level of composure he's aiming for. "And what is it you think?"
Gesturing for Isla to take a seat and to make herself comfortable, the aviator quickly retrieves her wine glass and sets it on the table just by her elbow. Holding her gaze Ever drops slowly to his knees before reaching to pull the heels from her feet.
