your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Not wanting to be compared at all to Remi Taliesin in this, there is a similar level of sentimentality between the two men in the way that Ever's expression melts for a moment in response. He'd have vowed right then and there to do anything and everything he could until his dying day to keep her feeling that way, but for the sudden press of her palm against the front of his pants which had the sweet poetry on his lips melting into something far hungrier and more dark.
"I hope that doesn't come as a surprise." Everest chuckles before sipping in a shallow breath that only further stokes the fires in his belly. With a final roll of his tongue against her nipple, the aviator forces himself to rise, impossible as it feels to do. "Roll over. Place yourself just there—" He whispers against her tousled hair, gesturing toward the top of the chaise lounge and coincidentally the mirror on the wall behind it. There were pillows aplenty she could use to make herself comfortable if she needed them. Standing, Everest rid himself of the rest of his clothing, before reaching out to sweep Isla's dress down from her hips.
"I hope that doesn't come as a surprise." Everest chuckles before sipping in a shallow breath that only further stokes the fires in his belly. With a final roll of his tongue against her nipple, the aviator forces himself to rise, impossible as it feels to do. "Roll over. Place yourself just there—" He whispers against her tousled hair, gesturing toward the top of the chaise lounge and coincidentally the mirror on the wall behind it. There were pillows aplenty she could use to make herself comfortable if she needed them. Standing, Everest rid himself of the rest of his clothing, before reaching out to sweep Isla's dress down from her hips.
