Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
Two and two does equal sex, Ever, and as the aviator glances around the hotsprings Isla almost reaches up to grasp his jaw as if to keep his attention squarely upon her - almost. Instead, given his decision to paddle them closer to the side of the springs, she focuses more on the heat of his lips and every place their bodies touch, moaning softly into his mouth and wondering how best to bring them even closer without arousing any sort of suspicion.
Settling for pushing down his swim shorts enough to free his cock beneath the water, it's with a juvenile sort of need that she huffs a laugh against the line of his jaw. "Gods, you're so hot when you're like this." If like this is almost feral with need and reckless with his desire for her, but Isla has never walked an entirely snow-white line when it comes to those she loves.
"Fuck me, Ever," she whispers, the words trickled against the shell of his ear such that they are barely words at all, but the way her legs tighten around him will hopefully be all the encouragement he needs.
Settling for pushing down his swim shorts enough to free his cock beneath the water, it's with a juvenile sort of need that she huffs a laugh against the line of his jaw. "Gods, you're so hot when you're like this." If like this is almost feral with need and reckless with his desire for her, but Isla has never walked an entirely snow-white line when it comes to those she loves.
"Fuck me, Ever," she whispers, the words trickled against the shell of his ear such that they are barely words at all, but the way her legs tighten around him will hopefully be all the encouragement he needs.
darkness always finds you either way
