when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Different but still good, I should hope," Isla manages with a wicked and fanged smile that drops away as her lips part in a gasp, drawn out by the buck and sway of her own hips. Remi's hands are warm against her thighs, but it's nothing compared to the heat between her legs, to roll of her clit against her fingers or the drive of his cock deep inside her. "Nn... you don't have to..." Explain it? Justify it? None of it, as far as Isla's concerned, and it's a fight that she's swiftly losing to keep this slow and steady pace.
And eventually she snaps, as she always would, lurching forward to brace herself over Remi, her hips rolling forward as well to thrust against him more urgently. Her lips seek out his own, one of her hands fumbling for his to guide it up, cupping and squeezing at one of her breasts, teasing the nipple between his fingertips. "More," she mumbles into his mouth, feeling a ghost of that old fire starting to flare in the beginnings of a climax.
And eventually she snaps, as she always would, lurching forward to brace herself over Remi, her hips rolling forward as well to thrust against him more urgently. Her lips seek out his own, one of her hands fumbling for his to guide it up, cupping and squeezing at one of her breasts, teasing the nipple between his fingertips. "More," she mumbles into his mouth, feeling a ghost of that old fire starting to flare in the beginnings of a climax.
i could die
Isla
