Isla
Leaning into the softness of Ever's fingers against her cheek, Isla does her best to carve this moment into memory; the way they're both restrained and coming undone with it at the same time, the heat of his body beneath her, the way his every touch seems to fit her like she was made for his hands alone. When he speaks, her lips curve into a smile unbidden, the Remedy closing the distance between them for another kiss, this one laced with passion and urgency and sending a hot thrill crackling through her bones.
"That's a relief," she whispers against his lips as they part, only barely, "because I really want you to fuck me."
Peeling herself out of his lap with clear reluctance, Isla takes herself around the bed to where the mirror has been set against the wall, taking a moment to glance at her reflection, the blush of her cheeks, the redness of her lips, her peaked breasts and messy curls. Then, glancing into the reflection and at Ever, she deliberately lets her hands ghost across her curves, catching on her underwear which she bends to take off, never breaking eye contact with him.
"That's a relief," she whispers against his lips as they part, only barely, "because I really want you to fuck me."
Peeling herself out of his lap with clear reluctance, Isla takes herself around the bed to where the mirror has been set against the wall, taking a moment to glance at her reflection, the blush of her cheeks, the redness of her lips, her peaked breasts and messy curls. Then, glancing into the reflection and at Ever, she deliberately lets her hands ghost across her curves, catching on her underwear which she bends to take off, never breaking eye contact with him.
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
