Isla
"That sounds about right," Isla agrees with a soft laugh. "It can feel even better, though." And she isn't exaggerating either, especially as they enter her bedroom and she's left waiting for his response; one that he doesn't take long to provide, thankfully, and that allows them to keep this up. "You should see yourself," she counters, to all of the compliments that have her feeling hot to the very tips of her ears.
It's true that there's something in his boyish ignorance of the act that Isla finds attractive, but it's more because she knows that everything he says is true, unadulterated by appearance or expectation. Combine that with the fact that, anxiety or not, the gods and genetics have hit a home run when it comes to Everest Hart, and she's almost as undone as he is by the prospect of what comes next.
(It's him, by the way. He comes next.)
"I'm going to touch you now," she tells him softly, that he might not be surprised by her suddenly crowding into his space. Pressing soft kisses to his lips and against his throat - wherever she might be able to reach, in truth - Isla reaches down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, gently pushing them down over his hips to free his arousal at last.
Encouraging him to step out of his clothes and underwear, Isla follows suit, before taking a moment to kiss him properly again, as if to rekindle the passion they'd found in the confines of her office.
It's true that there's something in his boyish ignorance of the act that Isla finds attractive, but it's more because she knows that everything he says is true, unadulterated by appearance or expectation. Combine that with the fact that, anxiety or not, the gods and genetics have hit a home run when it comes to Everest Hart, and she's almost as undone as he is by the prospect of what comes next.
(It's him, by the way. He comes next.)
"I'm going to touch you now," she tells him softly, that he might not be surprised by her suddenly crowding into his space. Pressing soft kisses to his lips and against his throat - wherever she might be able to reach, in truth - Isla reaches down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, gently pushing them down over his hips to free his arousal at last.
Encouraging him to step out of his clothes and underwear, Isla follows suit, before taking a moment to kiss him properly again, as if to rekindle the passion they'd found in the confines of her office.
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
