Page 121 of How to Lose at Love

Rolling to my back, I sling my arm across my closed eyes.

Unable to find a comfortable spot on my pillow, my head inches several centimeters toward her. I fit my body behind hers so we’re a proper set of spoons—ones that fit snuggly and perfectly.

Her hair tickles my nose.

My nose finds her neck and sniffs, lips pressing a kiss on her pulse.

Ryann stirs.

Arms go above her head in a stretch. I use the opportunity to slide my hand over her waist, over her stomach, fanning out my fingers.

Nuzzle her neck; she’s fast asleep.

Soft.

Warm.

Cuddly.

I can’t help it if the position gets me hard any more than I can help being more awake than I’d prefer to be at this hour of the night, but on the other hand, it feels good to just…

Hold her, I guess.

Never done this with anyone before.

Ryann wiggles her ass, her round cheeks cradling my cock.

She’s got on underwear and a tank top but never put her pajamas back on even though she complained about being cold when we finally decided it was time to sleep, her pants still in a heap in the living room where we left them.

Mine too.

I didn’t bother with clothes.

Boxers included.

Not because I thought we’d have sex again but because I was too lazy and couldn’t care less about what I wore to bed.

Ryann moans, wiggling again in a way that makes me think she may not be completely unawake. Her hand reaching back to grip my backside leaves me no doubt—she is definitely waking up.

I let my hand creep to cup her breast, toying with her nipple until it hardens, running my palm slowly over it again and again.

Kiss her neck while I caress her, listening for her to moan again.

“Mmm.”

And there it is…

My hand runs from her tits to her stomach, splaying over her lower belly, fingers dipping into the low band of her panties.

“Are you awake?” I whisper, nibbling on her ear.

“Mmhmm.” She spreads her legs when my middle finger pushes slowly inside her while my dick presses against her backside. “Yes.”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

Ryann hikes her leg over my calf so her thighs are spread, giving me more access to the heat between her legs. She’s wet—so wet I want to bury myself inside her and live there.

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