the pause between breathing

"Mm, I could say the same thing about you," Isla remarks, smiling against his lips and letting her hand drift along his chest and down his side. "Though maybe not so much about the soft thing." He had been plenty hard when it counted, put it that way. She draws back, a quiet laugh escaping her lips as his kisses continue along her jaw and down her throat. "You're just as I imagined you would be though, right now." Before had been a different matter - one that she'd not been expecting but had definitely enjoyed, and more on that later. For now Varus is leaning in to kiss her again and Isla melts against him with a hum of anticipation, draped very comfortably indeed across his body. "Let me, this time," she mumbles, a hand sneaking down between them so she might wrap her fingers around him, idly stroking along his length. Isla the flesh is weak