Isla
Head tilting to the side a fraction, Isla doesn't need to verbalise any of her thoughts on the matter; Sunjata's reaction proves only moments later that what he's said is true. Given that this is his most sensitive shift, she treats it with all of the soft and careful attention it deserves, her fingers continuing to spread in gentle starburst patterns along the membrane of his wings, even as she drops further kisses against his fingertips.
Shifting and grinding with the arch of his back, the Remedy's soft gasp proves that she's neither ignorant to the arousal kindling between them, and nor is she willing to ignore it. Releasing Sunjata's hand to let it explore as it will, Isla leans in to softly press her lips against the side of his neck, down onto the stripes of scar tissue on his chest, as if she might erase them with her touch. All but the NW so carefully marked over his heart - that's as sacred as any shrine, as far as she's concerned.
Finally sitting back, if for no other reason than to free up some space between them, Isla makes quick work of unfastening Sunjata's pants, wanting to both release the tension there and to create more.
Shifting and grinding with the arch of his back, the Remedy's soft gasp proves that she's neither ignorant to the arousal kindling between them, and nor is she willing to ignore it. Releasing Sunjata's hand to let it explore as it will, Isla leans in to softly press her lips against the side of his neck, down onto the stripes of scar tissue on his chest, as if she might erase them with her touch. All but the NW so carefully marked over his heart - that's as sacred as any shrine, as far as she's concerned.
Finally sitting back, if for no other reason than to free up some space between them, Isla makes quick work of unfastening Sunjata's pants, wanting to both release the tension there and to create more.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
