EVEREST
"Exactly." He agrees, blue eyes dark as they regard her over the valleys of her own flesh before setting his sights back on teasing out affirmations of warmer from her lips.
With a vague impression of what it was Isla liked forming in his mind, Ever descended further overshooting the next logical stopping place—between her thighs—and instead stopping by her knees. Letting his fingers claw at the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, he reached, perhaps surprisingly or perhaps not, for one of her feet. Knowing what he did of acupuncture from his mother, unless he received a cold from Isla, he'd give her big toe the same treatment he had her nipple: a mixture of teeth and pressure as his fingertips pressed rather than tickled at her arch. If that wasn't to her liking, of course he'd move on, but gods he'd heard of foot fetishes often enough that it seemed unwise to overlook it.
Not only were the sounds and words from Isla's lips helpful in his understanding, but gods if they didn't have him hard again already. The mixture of being told what to do and hearing her like it was nearly as enjoyable as hearing her whisper his name in that not-quite-breathless way she had.
Setting one of her legs on his shoulders, Everest reaches forward, his hands gliding beneath her hips that he might tug her toward him. "I will need your help, for this." He warned in a low voice; despite wanting to bury his face between her thighs and let his canine senses take over, he was almost certain that it required a good deal more finesse than that.
Still, if nothing else, he knew his tongue wouldn't get tired.
With a vague impression of what it was Isla liked forming in his mind, Ever descended further overshooting the next logical stopping place—between her thighs—and instead stopping by her knees. Letting his fingers claw at the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, he reached, perhaps surprisingly or perhaps not, for one of her feet. Knowing what he did of acupuncture from his mother, unless he received a cold from Isla, he'd give her big toe the same treatment he had her nipple: a mixture of teeth and pressure as his fingertips pressed rather than tickled at her arch. If that wasn't to her liking, of course he'd move on, but gods he'd heard of foot fetishes often enough that it seemed unwise to overlook it.
Not only were the sounds and words from Isla's lips helpful in his understanding, but gods if they didn't have him hard again already. The mixture of being told what to do and hearing her like it was nearly as enjoyable as hearing her whisper his name in that not-quite-breathless way she had.
Setting one of her legs on his shoulders, Everest reaches forward, his hands gliding beneath her hips that he might tug her toward him. "I will need your help, for this." He warned in a low voice; despite wanting to bury his face between her thighs and let his canine senses take over, he was almost certain that it required a good deal more finesse than that.
Still, if nothing else, he knew his tongue wouldn't get tired.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
