Page 142 of How to Lose at Love

As Ryann would say: easy-peasy.

It’s all uphill from here.

But first, we have to take this show to another room.

I move, readjusting my position on the couch so my feet hit the carpet, then work my hands under her ass so I can lift her. I’ve really taken a shine to carrying her around, and I heft her up so I’m cradling her in my arms as I head to the bedroom.

No couch sex tonight.

Not the occasion for it.

I make short work of peeling my clothes off, Ryann’s eyes scanning my body as I strip.

Dive onto the bed next to her, giving the hem of her sweatshirt a gentle tug.

“Your turn.”

Rolling her eyes, she rolls to the end of the mattress and stands, untying the drawstring waistband of her sweatpants.

Smooth legs.

Pink thong underwear.

Hips, waist, thighs.

My mouth waters; having a girlfriend is going to be awesome.

Ryann takes her sweet time pulling the sweatshirt over her head, revealing a pink bra beneath it that matches her thong.

Sexy, plump cleavage.

“I swear to God I’m going to masturbate to the memory of these fuckin’ things. They’re perfect.”

They’re perfect…

The memory of these.

I cannot wait to see her naked.

thirty-seven

ryann

“When it comes to doggy style, he’s behind me one hundred percent.”

– Winnie

I’m teasing him,but he deserves it.

Likes it.

My hands are at the back of my bra, about to unclasp it. “How bad do you want me to get naked?”

“Yes.” His nod is slow.

“That’s not an answer.”

He reaches for me across the comforter, his tan hand splayed. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.”

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