EVEREST
Finally, his fingers find the ledge of the pool and with one hand he drags them against it, his back hitting the stone. It nearly passes his notice, however, as Isla shoves down his shorts and for a shaky moment, he imagines simply shoving her own bathing suit aside and thrusting her onto the rocks where all would be welcome to see him fucking her, with one hand cradling her head against his neck to keep her quiet despite the telltale slap of skin on skin.
Had Isla been looking at him rather than teasing along his jawline with her lips she might have seen the way the aviator's expression went from momentarily pleading to utterly brought to heel by his lust for the Remedy. Her whispered words scattered any meagre attempts at propriety he might have yet made, and if Isla hadn't believed him before about his ability to be reckless, perhaps the way his fingertips develop sharp claws that shred the lower portion of her bathing suit will have her convinced. Yes, he could have just slid it over, yes he could even have asked her to take it off, but no part of him is inclined to wait or be in anyway inconvenienced just now.
"I want you," Rather than the gentle declaration of need it normally is, these words are growled against the Remedy's collarbones as Everest fits his hands around the backs of her thighs and lifts her onto the ledge. "Gods I want you." The tip of his cock twitches above the waterline as he repeats the words, before his hands are repositioning her on the edge of the stone.
Had Isla been looking at him rather than teasing along his jawline with her lips she might have seen the way the aviator's expression went from momentarily pleading to utterly brought to heel by his lust for the Remedy. Her whispered words scattered any meagre attempts at propriety he might have yet made, and if Isla hadn't believed him before about his ability to be reckless, perhaps the way his fingertips develop sharp claws that shred the lower portion of her bathing suit will have her convinced. Yes, he could have just slid it over, yes he could even have asked her to take it off, but no part of him is inclined to wait or be in anyway inconvenienced just now.
"I want you," Rather than the gentle declaration of need it normally is, these words are growled against the Remedy's collarbones as Everest fits his hands around the backs of her thighs and lifts her onto the ledge. "Gods I want you." The tip of his cock twitches above the waterline as he repeats the words, before his hands are repositioning her on the edge of the stone.
They say the odds are stacked against us, babe
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
