Isla
Isla is firmly of the opinion that their first time together really was a practice run and doesn't count, because this, in comparison, is appropriately mindblowing. Hiccuping in a breath and adjusting to allow Ever's arm to slip around her, feeling thoroughly taken and had and fucked in all the ways that matter, as the aviator's gruff voice trickles into her ear, the idea of cumming a second time is not as far-fetched as it might have seemed even minutes before.
"I can," she hisses, the words formed around a wicked smile even as one of her hands snakes down between her thighs, "because you're about to make me--" It's high praise and it isn't even close to a lie; the combination of the hard and pounding rhythm paired with Isla's deft fingers against her clit already have her bucking back against him, and when her orgasm sneaks up on her, gods it's almost by surprise.
"Oh, fuck," she cries out, taut as a bowstring beneath his hands, pleasure whipcracking through her in waves that render her breathless and have her tightening around him further.
"I can," she hisses, the words formed around a wicked smile even as one of her hands snakes down between her thighs, "because you're about to make me--" It's high praise and it isn't even close to a lie; the combination of the hard and pounding rhythm paired with Isla's deft fingers against her clit already have her bucking back against him, and when her orgasm sneaks up on her, gods it's almost by surprise.
"Oh, fuck," she cries out, taut as a bowstring beneath his hands, pleasure whipcracking through her in waves that render her breathless and have her tightening around him further.
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
