( izzy's always been a woman that's sure of herself, and it was no different in the way she was physically with another—the prowess she carried in the bedroom hadn't come about by a plethora of partners, losing herself one after another's skin for sake of forgetting her own, it was all inherent little reflexes of the training she'd grown into, the lifestyle she'd been melded to live at such a young age.
resilient, unfearing, so devastatingly willing to feel, and that's what she gives to him. if she'd of guessed they'd b e tangled up as they were now, she definitely would've worn something a little more flexible than black jeans, but as it is they provide their own roughened friction, the seam of them grinding right up against that sensitive pearl of her clit every time he gives a roll of his hips, working a flush to her chest.
it's his hand pressed flush to the bare of her back that burns, leaves a searing imprint behind and causes each notch of her spine to curve a little bit further. and he'll get a reaction, eyelids slowly lolling into a close as a gasp treads past her lips lips, snaring at their edge in a harsh bite. she holds no ground to question the sincerity of his words—not when she can feel their truth.
again, gaze flickers open to find his waiting there, studying her, and she exhales shakily. a whisper, chasing his hips again- ) I want to make you feel good, Baby.
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resilient, unfearing, so devastatingly willing to feel, and that's what she gives to him. if she'd of guessed they'd b e tangled up as they were now, she definitely would've worn something a little more flexible than black jeans, but as it is they provide their own roughened friction, the seam of them grinding right up against that sensitive pearl of her clit every time he gives a roll of his hips, working a flush to her chest.
it's his hand pressed flush to the bare of her back that burns, leaves a searing imprint behind and causes each notch of her spine to curve a little bit further. and he'll get a reaction, eyelids slowly lolling into a close as a gasp treads past her lips lips, snaring at their edge in a harsh bite. she holds no ground to question the sincerity of his words—not when she can feel their truth.
again, gaze flickers open to find his waiting there, studying her, and she exhales shakily. a whisper, chasing his hips again- ) I want to make you feel good, Baby.