your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
"Now that's just cruel." Ever mumbles weakly, his breath caught in his throat as he watches Isla—with almost unfair ease—render herself into almost the precise image the aviator had been lusting after for weeks. Moving to stand behind her, whether through the mirror or her own eyes, she'll see one of his hands appreciably map the contours of one side of her hip, as the other glides up her side and across her torso to tug her away from the back of the chaisse and against his chest.
Letting his hand slide up the contours of her ribcage and then breast, Everest wraps his fingers around her throat for a moment before grasping her jaw to turn her head just so in the mirror. Despite the way she'll no doubt feel his cock twitching with anticipation against her, the aviator takes a moment to meet her gaze in the glass as his other hand curls around her hip and descends between her thighs where a single finger grazes against her clit.
But she'd asked to be pinned. To be touched, to be fucked, and gods but he was keen to comply.
Sliding his hand suddenly away from her jaw, Everest presses his palm against her shoulder, shoving her forward (into the pillows, of course), precisely at the same moment he enters her. With a loud moan he can't help, the aviator gives in to the hysterical feeling of utter pleasure that courses outwards, before finding himself instantly hungry for more and thrusting himself forward again.
Letting his hand slide up the contours of her ribcage and then breast, Everest wraps his fingers around her throat for a moment before grasping her jaw to turn her head just so in the mirror. Despite the way she'll no doubt feel his cock twitching with anticipation against her, the aviator takes a moment to meet her gaze in the glass as his other hand curls around her hip and descends between her thighs where a single finger grazes against her clit.
But she'd asked to be pinned. To be touched, to be fucked, and gods but he was keen to comply.
Sliding his hand suddenly away from her jaw, Everest presses his palm against her shoulder, shoving her forward (into the pillows, of course), precisely at the same moment he enters her. With a loud moan he can't help, the aviator gives in to the hysterical feeling of utter pleasure that courses outwards, before finding himself instantly hungry for more and thrusting himself forward again.
