Isla
Isla comes alive under Ever's touch in a way rarely, if ever, shown to other people; with a soft smile tugging at her lips, she turns and moves beneath his hands as if to fit her curves against him in all the places he likes best, her skirt pooling at her bare feet and leaving her in little more than a pair of lace underwear. "I don't think you've told me today, no," she murmurs, her lips brushing against his cheek as she leaves a kiss there.
As she's turned to face him, her own hands are greedy to map the broad span of his chest, smoothing down his shirt until she can tease open the buttons, though her eyes never leave his face. "If you lay down on the bed I'll be happy to show you--" Cut off by a kiss she feels like she's been waiting all afternoon for - one surging with warmth and need that tiptoes along the edge of politeness, as her lips part, Isla has no intention of anything they do next remaining chaste.
Walking Ever backwards into the bedroom, she parts from his mouth with a soft gasp for breath framed in a grin, having opened his shirt to let her hands slip inside it and against the heat of his body.
As she's turned to face him, her own hands are greedy to map the broad span of his chest, smoothing down his shirt until she can tease open the buttons, though her eyes never leave his face. "If you lay down on the bed I'll be happy to show you--" Cut off by a kiss she feels like she's been waiting all afternoon for - one surging with warmth and need that tiptoes along the edge of politeness, as her lips part, Isla has no intention of anything they do next remaining chaste.
Walking Ever backwards into the bedroom, she parts from his mouth with a soft gasp for breath framed in a grin, having opened his shirt to let her hands slip inside it and against the heat of his body.
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
