I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
"Mmm—mm." The sound hitches in the back of Ever's throat as Isla's fingertips slide up his thighs, her body drawing close enough that he can't be sure if the heat he feels is coming from her or the bath. For all their months together and his time spent in a room not unlike the one they find themselves in now, there are still moments when the aviator is so overcome by Isla's beauty and the impossibility of her love and attraction for him, as to be rendered frozen in place.
The spell is entirely broken as her fingers wrap around the base of his cock, however; jumping as if having been struck by lightning, a hiss of air pushes passed Ever's lips as he soundlessly tries to mouth something that dissolves into a low moan. No longer as concerned about the propriety of moving the Remedy, Ever allows himself to sink down from the ledge, pushing Isla's body back in the process before his hand hooks around her waist to keep her from going too far from him. "I know I can," he whispers, the blue of his eyes significantly darker for the arousal that fights for control of his mind. "It's just..gods, Isla. Look at you." As the words leave his lips, the calming off-white walls of the bathroom ripple, replaced suddenly by mirrors.
With his palm pressed against her lower back, Ever lifts the other from the water to slowly capture her cheek, his thumb brush against the spray of freckles beneath one eye, before drawing her lips against his.
The spell is entirely broken as her fingers wrap around the base of his cock, however; jumping as if having been struck by lightning, a hiss of air pushes passed Ever's lips as he soundlessly tries to mouth something that dissolves into a low moan. No longer as concerned about the propriety of moving the Remedy, Ever allows himself to sink down from the ledge, pushing Isla's body back in the process before his hand hooks around her waist to keep her from going too far from him. "I know I can," he whispers, the blue of his eyes significantly darker for the arousal that fights for control of his mind. "It's just..gods, Isla. Look at you." As the words leave his lips, the calming off-white walls of the bathroom ripple, replaced suddenly by mirrors.
With his palm pressed against her lower back, Ever lifts the other from the water to slowly capture her cheek, his thumb brush against the spray of freckles beneath one eye, before drawing her lips against his.
Everest
