Isla
What do you mean, what? That's what Isla wants to say, but with the rush of her building orgasm no more than an unhappy crackle in her veins now, she's not as snappy as Remi might have hoped she'd be. But it's the fact that they've been friends for so long that saves it, ultimately. She gazes at him, tangled in the blankets in the middle of the bed, waiting expectantly for the punchline.
And it turns out to be I was trying to be sexy. Blinking at him, his wings all limp and sad and his dick standing at attention, Isla slowly tilts her head. "Might I recommend not letting your partner eat the bed next time?" she says slowly. Okay, maybe she's still a little testy about it. But she does shift to the edge of the bed and reach out to take his hand.
"You were already being sexy," she murmurs. "Or was the fact that I was shouting myself hoarse not a good enough indication?" She tugs him forward so he can join her again.
And it turns out to be I was trying to be sexy. Blinking at him, his wings all limp and sad and his dick standing at attention, Isla slowly tilts her head. "Might I recommend not letting your partner eat the bed next time?" she says slowly. Okay, maybe she's still a little testy about it. But she does shift to the edge of the bed and reach out to take his hand.
"You were already being sexy," she murmurs. "Or was the fact that I was shouting myself hoarse not a good enough indication?" She tugs him forward so he can join her again.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
