EVEREST
Gasping into the nape of her neck, the aviator mistakenly squeezes his eyes closed as Isla's orgasm finds her. The hushed half-cries of her pleasure envelope him completely as he sinks into the dark, her body both deliciously soft and hard against his own. As Isla's back arches, Ever's hand fits against her taut muscles and his mind reimagines the shape of it, setting it adrift over his body and then beneath it. Clutching her close he hisses something under his breath that might have been another declaration of love or a plea as to how he was possibly meant to keep quiet.
Gasping against her neck, Ever's mouth fluttered sloppy kisses that were closer to open-mouthed bites the way his teeth seemed to touch her skin more than his lips did as he tried to cut off his own moans against her throat. At the height of his orgasm, he tugged Isla from the ledge, his hands fitting against her hips and thighs to take just that little bit more of her as he climaxed. Shaking against her as his hips rolled jerkily forward of their own accord, the aviator's hands slid up Isla's body, wrapping adoringly, lovingly, possessively around her as he attempted to lift his forehead from where it had fallen against her shoulder and found it still too monumental a task.
Sinking them down into the water where it might simply look as though he was holding her close against him and hide the way he was still buried inside of her or how his arms and hands were still twitching with pleasure, Ever grins against the top of Isla's shoulder as he presses a soft kiss on her skin. "Isla that was..." Forcing his head up, the muscles of his stomach tensing with the effort, he gives his head a little shake. "Gods I love you."
Gasping against her neck, Ever's mouth fluttered sloppy kisses that were closer to open-mouthed bites the way his teeth seemed to touch her skin more than his lips did as he tried to cut off his own moans against her throat. At the height of his orgasm, he tugged Isla from the ledge, his hands fitting against her hips and thighs to take just that little bit more of her as he climaxed. Shaking against her as his hips rolled jerkily forward of their own accord, the aviator's hands slid up Isla's body, wrapping adoringly, lovingly, possessively around her as he attempted to lift his forehead from where it had fallen against her shoulder and found it still too monumental a task.
Sinking them down into the water where it might simply look as though he was holding her close against him and hide the way he was still buried inside of her or how his arms and hands were still twitching with pleasure, Ever grins against the top of Isla's shoulder as he presses a soft kiss on her skin. "Isla that was..." Forcing his head up, the muscles of his stomach tensing with the effort, he gives his head a little shake. "Gods I love you."
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
