[SE] what else can we do

"Oh shh, you're making me blush," Isla purrs, her voice a breathy whisper as Varus moves them from the wall and across to the bed. She continues to arch against him even as he sets her down into the sheets, her legs locked around his waist as if to confound any efforts to remove her pants. Smiling into the kiss, she writes promises and professions of love with her tongue, and it's only when the craving for him grows too strong to ignore that she finally relents. "Gods, I just want to feel you," she whispers, shifting her hips to wiggle out of her clothes (and maybe to tease herself against his still trapped cock, too). "Your turn," she mumbles once her pants are finally discarded to one side, her busy fingers unfastening buttons so she can slip a hand down the front of his pants, grasping and squeezing the hard length of him. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die