ISLA
Biting back a sharp moan as Ever's hips suddenly snap up, burying his cock even more deeply within her, Isla forces herself to keep her breath quiet and steady, though the way her hand drops to clutch at the fabric of his shirt is enough of a giveaway that the restraint is a barely-there thing. And it threatens to shatter entirely at his sudden, whispered command - turn around - and her body is already moving before her mind ever fully comprehends the instruction.
Suddenly the aviator's strong arms are around her, clever fingers stroking against her clit, and if that sudden explosion of sensation isn't enough to drag her teetering towards the edge of climax, the sight of them in the tarnished and crookedly hung mirror absolutely seals the deal. "Gods," she hisses under her breath, grinding back against him hard. "Gods, I'm gonna--" Hiccuping in a breath as Ever's next thrust knocks loose something electric and burning and alive inside her, Isla cums with back of her hand pressed against her parted lips as if to contain the praise she wants to cry out for him.
Shuddering out a breath, then another, near silent with each crest and pulse of her orgasm, nevertheless something feral in her wants to reach out and ball her fist into the thick curtains, even at the risk of yanking them down completely. There aren't words for how much she's wanted and needed this, since the moment out on the isles when it felt as if what they'd had was slipping permanently away through her fingers. And whether it feels like the first time or the hundredth time, gods but she loves Ever recklessly for it.
Suddenly the aviator's strong arms are around her, clever fingers stroking against her clit, and if that sudden explosion of sensation isn't enough to drag her teetering towards the edge of climax, the sight of them in the tarnished and crookedly hung mirror absolutely seals the deal. "Gods," she hisses under her breath, grinding back against him hard. "Gods, I'm gonna--" Hiccuping in a breath as Ever's next thrust knocks loose something electric and burning and alive inside her, Isla cums with back of her hand pressed against her parted lips as if to contain the praise she wants to cry out for him.
Shuddering out a breath, then another, near silent with each crest and pulse of her orgasm, nevertheless something feral in her wants to reach out and ball her fist into the thick curtains, even at the risk of yanking them down completely. There aren't words for how much she's wanted and needed this, since the moment out on the isles when it felt as if what they'd had was slipping permanently away through her fingers. And whether it feels like the first time or the hundredth time, gods but she loves Ever recklessly for it.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
