when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
She can't help her smile at the feather-tipped fingers that come ghosting over her skin; the sensation is so different to the rough handling from earlier that, while it doesn't kindle arousal low in her belly, Remi will still be able to feel her delight, her contentment and the warmth that fills her. "Then I'll stay awake," she says simply, "until you fall asleep, or until you don't. It doesn't matter."
Her fingers creep up to tease the blood out of his curls, to whisper across the back of his neck and over his shoulders. And every touch still feels beautiful and new, and Isla takes her time in these tiny moments. These little details are just as massive as the overwhelming flush of sex, and Isla savours them all the same. "I'll stay awake," Isla repeats, "and you can keep feeling what I'm feeling, and we'll stay here until you're ready to move."
Her fingers creep up to tease the blood out of his curls, to whisper across the back of his neck and over his shoulders. And every touch still feels beautiful and new, and Isla takes her time in these tiny moments. These little details are just as massive as the overwhelming flush of sex, and Isla savours them all the same. "I'll stay awake," Isla repeats, "and you can keep feeling what I'm feeling, and we'll stay here until you're ready to move."
i could die
Isla
