EVEREST
Whether or not Isla feels Ever's lips tug into a smile isn't so important, not with the way he smiles devilishly up at her. "You know, I thought so. I just wanted to make sure I had some sort of intuition." Sure, he was inexperienced, but not a complete idiot.
Well.
For a more accurate experiment, Everest places his lips first against her nipple, sucking softly before allowing his tongue to swirl in lazy circles. Only then, and only based on Isla's guidance would he increase the suction, add teeth, and add pressure—or take them away, of course. Shifting himself so that his knees were on either side of her body, one of Ever's hands, no longer feathered, trailed lower. Though he wanted desperately to know how Isla tasted, he thought that was a step forward from which he couldn't pull back from, and so opted to focus his attentions elsewhere.
Ignoring the way his body was suddenly keenly aware how his cock was once again in a position to take, the aviator kissed his way down Isla's body, this time starting with his teeth—proper canines now—dragging down her skin. Accompanied by his fingertips which were now claws, he'd start by clutching at her waist while leaving marks that would fade within minutes, before advancing harder or more softly based on her guidance.
Well.
For a more accurate experiment, Everest places his lips first against her nipple, sucking softly before allowing his tongue to swirl in lazy circles. Only then, and only based on Isla's guidance would he increase the suction, add teeth, and add pressure—or take them away, of course. Shifting himself so that his knees were on either side of her body, one of Ever's hands, no longer feathered, trailed lower. Though he wanted desperately to know how Isla tasted, he thought that was a step forward from which he couldn't pull back from, and so opted to focus his attentions elsewhere.
Ignoring the way his body was suddenly keenly aware how his cock was once again in a position to take, the aviator kissed his way down Isla's body, this time starting with his teeth—proper canines now—dragging down her skin. Accompanied by his fingertips which were now claws, he'd start by clutching at her waist while leaving marks that would fade within minutes, before advancing harder or more softly based on her guidance.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
