your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Greedily, perhaps, Everest wasn't satisfied. Not because the gradual rising tide of his orgasm was unwelcome, but because he found himself wanting so much more of her. If he could have somehow draped himself around her, his hands at her throat and breasts, his teeth on her earlobe, his lips against her shoulder and jaw; if he could have grasped her hips with both hands, tangled his fingertips in her hair, clutched at her belly and massaged her clit. If he could have done all that, gods it might have been enough.
"Cum with me—" Everest moans, his voice a faraway plea to his own ears. It won't be a bruising pace that gets them there, or at least, the work has been done already, such that once more the aviator tries to pull the Remedy against his chest that he might marvel at her in the mirror.
Grasping one of her breasts for purchase as well as the intoxicating sensation of her nipple against his palm, Everest's dark gaze lingered on the Remedy's lips, on the marks from his fingertips he could see on her hip, on the way her body shuddered with every thrust of his body. "Gods, Isla—" His orgasm rose like a sudden scream in the back of his throat; where he'd thought he'd felt its gradual rise beneath the balls of his feet, he was suddenly blindsided by the riptide strength of it as his body was all but swept away in it. "Cum, Isla." Ever pleaded feverishly, and though he'd already lost sensation in his toes and fingertips, his hand never ceased between her thighs, and his hips never stilled.
"Cum with me—" Everest moans, his voice a faraway plea to his own ears. It won't be a bruising pace that gets them there, or at least, the work has been done already, such that once more the aviator tries to pull the Remedy against his chest that he might marvel at her in the mirror.
Grasping one of her breasts for purchase as well as the intoxicating sensation of her nipple against his palm, Everest's dark gaze lingered on the Remedy's lips, on the marks from his fingertips he could see on her hip, on the way her body shuddered with every thrust of his body. "Gods, Isla—" His orgasm rose like a sudden scream in the back of his throat; where he'd thought he'd felt its gradual rise beneath the balls of his feet, he was suddenly blindsided by the riptide strength of it as his body was all but swept away in it. "Cum, Isla." Ever pleaded feverishly, and though he'd already lost sensation in his toes and fingertips, his hand never ceased between her thighs, and his hips never stilled.
