Isla
Having intended to withdraw only to help Sunjata shed the rest of his clothes, Isla is distracted both by the detour of his fingertips and the flush against his skin. Pressing greedily into his touch as if she might be able to encourage more of it that way, one hand comes to rest against the muscled expanse of his torso, the other reaching out to whisper across reddened cheeks to sample the heat there.
"I love seeing you like this," she admits; luckily, Sunjata chases up that confession with his own expert attentions, and Isla is cut off by her own soft moan of pleasure as his hands roam across her breasts. Wanting both to savour the moment and to reach between them to simply get it over with, the Remedy is forced into a semblance of composure so she might slip off the bed and shimmy out of her underwear.
"I want you," she tells him, blue eyes made dark by the late hour and the gentle shafts of moonlight, though it's nothing compared to the predatory slant of Sunjata's gaze.
"I love seeing you like this," she admits; luckily, Sunjata chases up that confession with his own expert attentions, and Isla is cut off by her own soft moan of pleasure as his hands roam across her breasts. Wanting both to savour the moment and to reach between them to simply get it over with, the Remedy is forced into a semblance of composure so she might slip off the bed and shimmy out of her underwear.
"I want you," she tells him, blue eyes made dark by the late hour and the gentle shafts of moonlight, though it's nothing compared to the predatory slant of Sunjata's gaze.
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
