ISLA
Isla has just enough time to set the outfit on a hook where its hanger makes a convincing little clinking noise, before Ever is reaching for her and everything else melts needlessly into the background. Huffing out a soft breath as their bodies meet - all too aware of the hard press of his cock against her through their clothes, might she add - she steadies herself with one arm curling around his neck, fingers threading gently through the back of his hair, while the other drifts down his chest towards his belt as if on a quest of its own.
"I think the location makes speed quite necessary in this case," she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper, the words trickling against the shell of his ear as his lips brush the curve of her jaw. "Gods, Ever..." He pulls her closer, muttering about test designs and conditions, and eventually she has to look up at him as if intending to silence him with her lips. "I want you," she confirms. "Right now. There will be time to go slow later."
Leaning in, then, as if afraid of any last minute protests - and fully intending to steal them from his lips if there are - Isla kisses him slow and hard, shifting in his arms just enough to unbuckle his belt and to hitch up her dress as she goes.
"I think the location makes speed quite necessary in this case," she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper, the words trickling against the shell of his ear as his lips brush the curve of her jaw. "Gods, Ever..." He pulls her closer, muttering about test designs and conditions, and eventually she has to look up at him as if intending to silence him with her lips. "I want you," she confirms. "Right now. There will be time to go slow later."
Leaning in, then, as if afraid of any last minute protests - and fully intending to steal them from his lips if there are - Isla kisses him slow and hard, shifting in his arms just enough to unbuckle his belt and to hitch up her dress as she goes.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
