Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Says the man who has been standing here looking like that all evening," Isla counters through a catlike smirk, because whilst she might be the one splayed out on the couch like a meal ready for him to consume, there are enough mirrors in the space that she hopes he can appreciate just how he looks as well. Enough that her eyes never move from his reflection as he finally approaches, the heat of his body rippling against her before his fingers ever graze her skin.
Shivering in a breath and fighting not to shift her hips back to force his rise into her, Isla moans a soft and needy sound against the hand that encircles her throat. The dance of his touch along her hips, her ribs, her breasts; the intensity in his blue eyes as their gazes meet in the mirror - gods, but Isla knows what she's asked, but even a moment more of waiting and she'll gladly be the one to pin him down instead.
Blessedly, Ever breaks whatever spell has fallen over her with the sudden shove against her shoulders, Isla pressed into pillows just as his cock slides into her, dragging a cry of pleasure and surprise from her throat. "Yes," she manages to sigh out, the word muffled but audible just as he fills her a second time, the Remedy clutching at the chaise lounge if only for something to brace against the force of his thrusts.
More, she might have called out, or harder, or like this, but her body is already keen to beat her words to the punch. Rolling her hips back against him, it's with a helpless moan that Isla can only wish she might see herself from his point of view. Alas, unless he installs a mirror on the floor, even that might be a bit much.
Shivering in a breath and fighting not to shift her hips back to force his rise into her, Isla moans a soft and needy sound against the hand that encircles her throat. The dance of his touch along her hips, her ribs, her breasts; the intensity in his blue eyes as their gazes meet in the mirror - gods, but Isla knows what she's asked, but even a moment more of waiting and she'll gladly be the one to pin him down instead.
Blessedly, Ever breaks whatever spell has fallen over her with the sudden shove against her shoulders, Isla pressed into pillows just as his cock slides into her, dragging a cry of pleasure and surprise from her throat. "Yes," she manages to sigh out, the word muffled but audible just as he fills her a second time, the Remedy clutching at the chaise lounge if only for something to brace against the force of his thrusts.
More, she might have called out, or harder, or like this, but her body is already keen to beat her words to the punch. Rolling her hips back against him, it's with a helpless moan that Isla can only wish she might see herself from his point of view. Alas, unless he installs a mirror on the floor, even that might be a bit much.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
