Isla
Oh.
Oh.
He's gone before she can cum, but not before the rise of her orgasm can creep up the back of her throat and then completely fall flat, unsatisfying and confusing all at once. Remi staggers back and leaves Isla to fall forward without the support of his hands. The result leaves her rather clumsily trying (and failing) to catch herself on the bed, the medic shifting awkwardly to try and turn to look at him.
He stands like some smug-as-fuck shadow on the wall, wings spread, panting for breath, and she wonders what she did wrong. Except she knows what she did, from their previous dAtE, and even if it's still true that if Remi was close enough she'd slap him, Isla supposes she deserves it. "Okay, well. I guess we're even now," she says with a quiet nod, raking her hair out of her face.
Oh.
He's gone before she can cum, but not before the rise of her orgasm can creep up the back of her throat and then completely fall flat, unsatisfying and confusing all at once. Remi staggers back and leaves Isla to fall forward without the support of his hands. The result leaves her rather clumsily trying (and failing) to catch herself on the bed, the medic shifting awkwardly to try and turn to look at him.
He stands like some smug-as-fuck shadow on the wall, wings spread, panting for breath, and she wonders what she did wrong. Except she knows what she did, from their previous dAtE, and even if it's still true that if Remi was close enough she'd slap him, Isla supposes she deserves it. "Okay, well. I guess we're even now," she says with a quiet nod, raking her hair out of her face.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
