Page 114 of How to Lose at Love

I kiss the back of her neck.

Kiss the curve of her shoulder.

Kiss below her ear.

Ryann hums.

Turns her head, presenting me with her profile.

I kiss her jawline and the corner of her mouth.

Her lips reach for mine; our openmouthed kiss is hot, tongues instantly clashing, and damn if she doesn’t lean back into me.

Over her shoulder, I glance down at her tits; hard nipples are rosy and puckered, boobs filling my palms up as if they were made for this exact moment.

Perfect.

Ryann moans.

Lets me play with her nipples a little longer before pulling away and shifting, moving her body, moving so she’s straddling me on the couch, tits totally in my face.

Holy fuck, they’re fantastic.

The kind of tits I’d masturbate to while I watched porn if I watched porn.

I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while she tips her head back, slowly grinding on my dick, making it harder and harder not to tear her pants off and stick my face between her legs the same way my face is between her tits.

I yank at the robe around my waist, lifting my ass off the couch so I can discard it onto the floor—it’s in my fucking way and I want the barrier between us gone, my thick, hard cock now the only thing I’m wearing.

Obviously, I’m not self-conscious in the least—don’t have to be.

My body is tight and toned.

The one muscle that’s been sorely neglected over the years is begging for attention, stiffly sticking up between our bodies, Ryann doing an admirable job not staring down at it.

He’s an average cock—not too big, not too small, perfectly proportioned for a dude my size and height. A respectable cock, if you will, not one to be embarrassed about if caught unawares by a pantsing and the drawers get pulled down.

Ryann grinds on, pajama bottoms be damned.

Our mouths are fused together because that’s what two people do when they’re dry humping and horny, rubbing their bodies together because they want to fuck but haven’t made up their minds about it yet.

“I can’t take it anymore.” I groan, unable to keep my hands off her boobs, lavishing them with all my attention. The most gorgeous nipples I’ve seen in person are in and out of my mouth, between my thumb and forefinger, on the tip of my tongue.

When I get one wet and blow on it, she moans.

Grinds harder.

“Are you wearing underwear?” I ask breathlessly.

“Yes.”

That’s all the affirmation I need to push at her pajama bottoms, easing them down her hips with a little bit of her help, sliding them down until they’re off—a few awkward seconds where I think she may fall face down onto the couch.

Rather than climbing back on top of me and grinding like I thought she would, Ryann goes to the floor, kneeling in front, between my spread legs.

Reaches for the base of my dick, leaning forward and swallowing the length of my cock.

“Holy shit…”

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