[SE] what else can we do

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Isla whispers, though her catlike grin morphs into something of a moan as he continues to lavish her with attention, her fingers tightening around his length and in his hair even as her hips continue to rock against the pressure of his hand. How much more is an answer she's very keen to give him, though as one of his fingers slips inside her she's heedless to respond, her words tapering off into a mewl of pleasure. "Gods, all of you," she hisses, her head tilting to expose more of her neck to his lips and teeth. "I want all of you, Cal." And, because she wants to as much as because she knows the effect it's likely to have, she moans a desperate "Please," against the shell of his ear. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die