Isla
Maybe it is presumptuous - and maybe it isn't. Isla can't really say either way because Remi's hands are on her at that point. She shivers at the claw that runs from her shoulder blades and down her back, a gasp that cuts off with the way he squeezes at the backs of her thighs. Hitched closer to his waiting mouth, Remi will find her hot and wet already - and as his tongue flicks out to taste her, it drags a needy moan from her throat.
"Remi--" His name comes wrapped around a fluttering intake of breath, and there's little more she can say while he's pressed against her like this. She wants more of it, though - more of him, more of all of this, and already the flush on her cheeks has grown a shade deeper. She all but serenades him with gasps and moans, her back arching down towards the bed as if she might be able to expose more of herself to him that way.
"Remi--" His name comes wrapped around a fluttering intake of breath, and there's little more she can say while he's pressed against her like this. She wants more of it, though - more of him, more of all of this, and already the flush on her cheeks has grown a shade deeper. She all but serenades him with gasps and moans, her back arching down towards the bed as if she might be able to expose more of herself to him that way.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
