Page 176 of How to Lose at Love

All she does is laugh.

Rubs herself against me, tits, pussy, and all, our mouths pressed together as we hide below the covers.

Private.

Intimate.

Quiet.

“I really did miss you,” I tell her between kisses and playing with her boobs, plucking at her hard nipples.

“Oh, yeah?” She hums. “What exactly did you miss about me?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Obviously.” She laughs again.

“What did I miss about you, what did I miss about you…” Let me count the ways. “I miss your cute freckles. And your laugh. And how you’re always honest. I missed how I can trust you.”

“You can trust me,” Ryann whispers. “And I trust you.”

I trust you.

Intoxicating words.

My heart swells, goddamn if it don’t. No one has ever said that to me before; don’t know why they would, but it feels awesome to hear it from her lips.

We trust each other.

Great start to a relationship.

And here I used to think the best way to begin a relationship was to not start one at all.

That was the me of three weeks ago. I’m a new person now.

Ha.

For a while we do nothing but rub against each other; every so often, Ryann’s hand grips my dick and tugs, giving me a handy, then rubbing my chest. Giving me a handy, then rubbing my back.

I play with her boobs, then play with her pussy.

We’re not dry fucking, but it’s definitely not innocent, the road to penetration a short one.

“Did you remember condoms?”

Did I remember condoms?Please.“The night after we fucked at your place, I made sure to steal some from my brother.”

Brothers: it’s like having a pharmacy in the next room.

She’s pleased with this news, kissing me on the mouth as she pushes me to my back, straddling me, still trying to stave off the cold by keeping the blankets mostly covering her back.

Ryann looks ridiculous, not wanting the cold air to touch her skin, but I still want to fuck her senseless.

“I’ll warm you up.” I growl as she leans over, tits in my face, to dig through the bedside table. Produces a condom and takes the liberty of tearing it open, rolling it onto my dick.

She wastes no time sliding on so I’m buried deep, and we both groan, the few days we were apart now feeling like a goddamn eternity in sex years.

“Oh, shit,” I groan, gripping her backside, already bucking. I can’t stop myself, though she tells me, “Take it easy, cowboy. I don’t want you to come in two minutes.”

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