[SE] what else can we do

"You did," Isla agrees with a small smile, almost giddy in the aftermath of their combined pleasure. "I never took you for an exhibitionist, Cal." She might pretend to look horrified, but as she leans in to nibble at his earlobe, her wicked tone betrays her. "I'm kind of into it." Laughing softly and letting her head tuck against the crook of his neck, she releases a deep sigh that she absolutely doesn't need, but still feels appropriate in the wake of this bone deep relaxation. "Or maybe they'll ask to join in, and that orgy will happen after all," she murmurs. "Which, fun as that might be, I'd have to decline. Call me a bitch, but I want you all to myself for tonight." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die