the pause between breathing

Isla's lips part to moan her encouragement into the room; Varus's hands leave trails of fire along her skin, and as skilled fingers reach all of her sweet spots, she doesn't resist the pace he sets. Each thrust has her gasping for needless breath, her hips matching his rhythm, driving him deeper and sparking a growing heat at her core. You're incredible too is what she wants to say, along with a vast array of other compliments; I love the feel of you or I want you to have me all night, but the only things that escape her lips are curses and groans for him to go faster, harder. She leans back after a few moments, exposing her clit further to his dexterous fingers, her hips grinding hard against him. "--fuck," she moans. "Don't stop, you're gonna make me--" But he'll probably already be well aware of that; silver blazes a trail across her cheeks and her collarbones, Isla throwing back her head to call her pleasure out in the form of his name. Isla the flesh is weak