Isla
"Just because you can be, doesn't mean I want you to be--" Isla manages, before his kisses finally hit their mark and any sense other than the physical completely blanks out her mind. Her fingers tighten in his hair, as if to keep him pressed between her legs, and she sighs out a moan that tapers off into a mewl of pleasure as his tongue rolls against her clit. She's already wet for him, already wanting more, and the room they find themselves in does the rest.
It seems indulgent, to be able to enjoy the soft, plush feel of the sheets pressed against her back, the cool air on her bare skin, and her toes curl as Cal lavishes her again and again with the sort of attention she doesn't even know she's been craving. "Gods, right there--" she all but purrs, suddenly wanting his fingers against her hips to leave marks, wanting the feel of his teeth instead of his tongue, hot and skilled as it might be.
It seems indulgent, to be able to enjoy the soft, plush feel of the sheets pressed against her back, the cool air on her bare skin, and her toes curl as Cal lavishes her again and again with the sort of attention she doesn't even know she's been craving. "Gods, right there--" she all but purrs, suddenly wanting his fingers against her hips to leave marks, wanting the feel of his teeth instead of his tongue, hot and skilled as it might be.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
