when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
The flush in Isla's cheeks is racing south now, across her collarbones and chest, dusting her with moonlight as Remi sets her down. She's been able to feel him but not feel him for this whole adventure so far, and for one who is taking the role of the silver platter, she positively devours him with her eyes when he finally joins her. A moan leaves her throat as she samples the heat of his skin, the way he blankets her, as the head of his cock finally presses against the slick, hot wetness ready to welcome him.
Her lips part in a soft gasp, hips tilting and legs locking snugly around his waist as if to encourage him forward, though there's no rushing this. He fills her slowly and completely, driving deep into her core and sparking a needy sort of heat there; a fire that begs to be stoked.
Isla is no stranger to sex, but she feels it as well, the newness of this, the need to savour and to take one's time. This is Remi, and for all that she might have been a part of him, she still understands what he is and what he isn't. One arm slips around him, ghosting down the length of his spine to press at his lower back, to urge him on. At the same time her head tilts to loll against his curls, and Isla squeezes her thighs teasingly, gripping and tightening around him.
"Like that," she pants through a whisper, "but harder and faster. I won't break, I promise."
Her lips part in a soft gasp, hips tilting and legs locking snugly around his waist as if to encourage him forward, though there's no rushing this. He fills her slowly and completely, driving deep into her core and sparking a needy sort of heat there; a fire that begs to be stoked.
Isla is no stranger to sex, but she feels it as well, the newness of this, the need to savour and to take one's time. This is Remi, and for all that she might have been a part of him, she still understands what he is and what he isn't. One arm slips around him, ghosting down the length of his spine to press at his lower back, to urge him on. At the same time her head tilts to loll against his curls, and Isla squeezes her thighs teasingly, gripping and tightening around him.
"Like that," she pants through a whisper, "but harder and faster. I won't break, I promise."
i could die
Isla
