Isla
"Of course I will," Isla assures him, her smile almost running away with itself as he steps back enough to look at her. Unable not to flush under the weight of his gaze, the Remedy finds herself glancing somewhere towards his hips, tucking a lock of fair hair behind her ear. His hands are gentle if uncertain, and she resists the urge to clasp his wrists to guide him to all the usual places, instead letting him explore as he pleases.
"You probably could," she remarks with a soft laugh. "That's something I enjoy, if I'm honest." It's far too soon for I like it roughs and asking to be manhandled, but in the interests of the moment and Ever wanting to learn, to know, and to make it enjoyable for her, the truth is no bad thing.
Her cheeks flush hotter to hear his compliment - there's something about it being accompanied with a touch that feels reverent rather than pawing that has her breath catching in her chest. "Thank you," she murmurs, glancing up at last and turning, ever so slightly, so he might see the clasp of her dress. "Would you help me to take this off?"
"You probably could," she remarks with a soft laugh. "That's something I enjoy, if I'm honest." It's far too soon for I like it roughs and asking to be manhandled, but in the interests of the moment and Ever wanting to learn, to know, and to make it enjoyable for her, the truth is no bad thing.
Her cheeks flush hotter to hear his compliment - there's something about it being accompanied with a touch that feels reverent rather than pawing that has her breath catching in her chest. "Thank you," she murmurs, glancing up at last and turning, ever so slightly, so he might see the clasp of her dress. "Would you help me to take this off?"
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
