Isla
"You tease," Isla complains, though it can't really be considered a complaint when she loves every part of it. Her lips ghost along his neck and up to his jawline just as he slips inside her, drawing a ragged moan up from her throat. "More," she whispers, shifting to wrap her legs about his waist, her hips arching to meet him with each thrust.
And maybe it's an ironic punishment from Isla's point of view that she does nothing to try and keep Cal from teetering over any sort of edge; tugging roughly at his hair, she leans in to kiss him hard again, rolling her hips against him in a rhythm that's as relentless as it is indulgent. "Mm, there..." Her breath hitches, the medic starting to feel her climax rise deep within her core.
And maybe it's an ironic punishment from Isla's point of view that she does nothing to try and keep Cal from teetering over any sort of edge; tugging roughly at his hair, she leans in to kiss him hard again, rolling her hips against him in a rhythm that's as relentless as it is indulgent. "Mm, there..." Her breath hitches, the medic starting to feel her climax rise deep within her core.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
