Isla
Luckily for Everest, it takes two to tango, and whilst part of Isla absolutely wants to tighten her grip around his waist or roll to flip their positions, she's at least cognizant enough of the aviator's first time not to suddenly change everything about what they're doing. Her hips do rock to meet each of his thrusts, though, encouraging the movement of their bodies and chasing the phantom sensation of what will at some point (some time soon, she has no doubt) be her own climax.
Speaking of which, it's of little surprise that it's over before it's really begun, but in the aviator's defence, he'd been nothing but frank about his inexperience from the beginning, such that it's hardly a disappointment. Isla is mildly surprised, in fact, by the sudden and possessive grip of his hand against her thigh, his thrusts drawing a soft moan from her throat, her fingers twining through the back of his curls.
Panting in the wake of it, those same fingers stroke gently down the nape of his neck and curl around his shoulders, Isla having no intention of breaking the silence before Ever has had a chance to collect his scattershot thoughts again.
Speaking of which, it's of little surprise that it's over before it's really begun, but in the aviator's defence, he'd been nothing but frank about his inexperience from the beginning, such that it's hardly a disappointment. Isla is mildly surprised, in fact, by the sudden and possessive grip of his hand against her thigh, his thrusts drawing a soft moan from her throat, her fingers twining through the back of his curls.
Panting in the wake of it, those same fingers stroke gently down the nape of his neck and curl around his shoulders, Isla having no intention of breaking the silence before Ever has had a chance to collect his scattershot thoughts again.
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
