[SE] what else can we do

"Is it? Well, you're doing quite a good job," Isla murmurs; indeed, there's already a silvery flush to her cheeks as she sinks into the feeling of his hands all over her, and it only intensifies as her hand wraps around his cock. "I don't know if I ever want to get used to this," she admits with a fanged grin, her fingers stroking along his length as he peels off the remainder of his clothes. "Cal--" Whatever Isla is about to say stutters out into a surprised gasp of pleasure, the fingers of her free hand slipping into the back of his dark hair. "Gods," she moans, rolling her hips against his touch as she continues to stroke his cock, wanting so much more but also loving how close he is already. "More," she whispers, nipping at his lower lip. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die