Isla
Moaning softly into his mouth as she feels his fingers slip between her thighs, Isla lets one of her legs hitch up in the water to hook around Ever's waist, making it easier for him to feel her, to eliminate all distance between them. Letting her arms loop around his shoulders as if to help stay balanced, Isla's hips rock forward and against him even as her breasts press against the broad expanse of his chest, her mewl of pleasure lost in the dance of their lips and tongues.
"Gods, Everest..." His name is whispered like a prayer against his mouth, the scenarios he describes flashing like cinematics behind Isla's closed eyes. The hard planes of a table become the soft restraint of clouds and starlight, but as he continues and she finds herself blinking around at the bathroom turned Climb turned Eye of the Storm, it's with a hungry smile that she kisses a sweet bruise against his throat.
Hard and fast and quiet. "You'd better be ready to gag me, then," she whispers, still eyeing the splay of their reflections in some of the remaining mirrors, her hips rocking against him as if trying to encourage his rise into her even from here.
"Gods, Everest..." His name is whispered like a prayer against his mouth, the scenarios he describes flashing like cinematics behind Isla's closed eyes. The hard planes of a table become the soft restraint of clouds and starlight, but as he continues and she finds herself blinking around at the bathroom turned Climb turned Eye of the Storm, it's with a hungry smile that she kisses a sweet bruise against his throat.
Hard and fast and quiet. "You'd better be ready to gag me, then," she whispers, still eyeing the splay of their reflections in some of the remaining mirrors, her hips rocking against him as if trying to encourage his rise into her even from here.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
