Isla
"It's alright. It just... caught me by surprise." Isla flashes him a small smile. And it scared away my orgasm is what she doesn't say, but as he sits beside her, it feels like they're both at risk of that. The guilt on his face is enough to splash ice water on the rest of her confusion and misplaced hurt, and Isla shifts to try and sit under one of his wings, her fingers dancing gently across the feathers.
"I believe you," she says softly. "I just reacted badly. I still feel stupid and awkward about last time, so I guess I was just..." Isla shakes her head. It doesn't matter. It happened - what matters now is whether they can salvage the situation. "For what it's worth, I was really enjoying myself." As evidenced by her reaction to being denied the pleasure of finishing.
Leaning in, Isla presses a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, a wordless invitation for them to try and put this stumbling block behind them.
"I believe you," she says softly. "I just reacted badly. I still feel stupid and awkward about last time, so I guess I was just..." Isla shakes her head. It doesn't matter. It happened - what matters now is whether they can salvage the situation. "For what it's worth, I was really enjoying myself." As evidenced by her reaction to being denied the pleasure of finishing.
Leaning in, Isla presses a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, a wordless invitation for them to try and put this stumbling block behind them.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
