your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Ever's biggest takeaway from the women who had taught him this particular skill, was rhythm. With Isla's instructions from their previous tryst all but committed to heart, the aviator wasted little time getting to work, more than keen to properly show Isla just how good of a student he'd been.
Dipping his tongue into her, Ever heard the muffled sound of his own moan reach his ears before he was consciously aware that he was the one making it. He might have paused then, to tell Isla how tantalizing the taste of her was, had he not been schooled against doing anything which would interrupt the movement of his tongue once he'd begun his efforts. (During one lesson, Ever paused to ask too many questions and was nearly flayed for it).
Instead, he allowed one of his hands to greedily clutch at the Remedy's hip, before slowly pressing a single finger inside of her and sliding it back and forth with the rhythm of his tongue.
Dipping his tongue into her, Ever heard the muffled sound of his own moan reach his ears before he was consciously aware that he was the one making it. He might have paused then, to tell Isla how tantalizing the taste of her was, had he not been schooled against doing anything which would interrupt the movement of his tongue once he'd begun his efforts. (During one lesson, Ever paused to ask too many questions and was nearly flayed for it).
Instead, he allowed one of his hands to greedily clutch at the Remedy's hip, before slowly pressing a single finger inside of her and sliding it back and forth with the rhythm of his tongue.
