Evie
The stone is blessedly warm against her skin as he presses her against it, smelling of salt and sulfur and - far above that - the indescribable cleanness of new snow. It all paints a rather pastoral picture of innocence that only further delights Evie in their tainting of it all. Or perhaps they're merely embellishing it.
It should stand to reason that she had gotten her taste of his skin so it is only fair he can do the same. Tilting her head back she holds nothing back, letting him hear every hitch of breath, every half-there moan, every hushed whine when he moves away from a particularly good spot. With his mouth against her collarbone she lets both hands move into his hair, holding tightly there as she arches into tongue and teeth, braced against the wall. "You're over-dressed," she murmurs, the heat of the springs making each lungful of air feel quite literally steamy with how her chest rises and falls quickly to the rhythm of the lust in her veins.
It should stand to reason that she had gotten her taste of his skin so it is only fair he can do the same. Tilting her head back she holds nothing back, letting him hear every hitch of breath, every half-there moan, every hushed whine when he moves away from a particularly good spot. With his mouth against her collarbone she lets both hands move into his hair, holding tightly there as she arches into tongue and teeth, braced against the wall. "You're over-dressed," she murmurs, the heat of the springs making each lungful of air feel quite literally steamy with how her chest rises and falls quickly to the rhythm of the lust in her veins.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
