“You planning on pampering me?” I asked, smiling despite myself because it felt so nice.
“Mm hm,” Ryan hummed. “If you'll let me.”
“I'll let you,” I promised. “I'm already starting to get used to it... What do I get next? Breakfast in bed?”
Ryan chuckled and his lips found my neck again, kissing me there and nuzzling behind my ear. Wow. He was a cuddler. And I hadn't realized how much I liked cuddles until this very moment.
I squirmed a little closer, practically purring when he squeezed me even tighter.
“You going to stay that long?” he asked curiously.
It took me a moment to follow.
“You planning on staying the night?” he clarified.
I hadn't actually thought about the logistics, but as soon as he asked the question, I knew I couldn't.
“I should probably tell Melissa it's over before she finds out about us,” I said. “So, no, I'll go home.”
“Good plan,” he said, gently. “Do you want me to come?”
My heart warmed at the offer and I shifted around to look at him.
“You would really do that?” I asked.
He nodded, his lips finding mine briefly before he pulled back.
“I'll be there as moral support if you want. Even just in another room. Or I can talk to her with you and tell her that...”
I smiled softly.
“That we're sleeping together?” I supplied.
He nodded, but didn't look at me. In fact, he didn't look very happy at all suddenly.
It was a serious moment and I should be concentrating on that, but God, his pout was fucking cute.
“Or that, we're seeing each other now,” he went on and he glanced up, meeting my eyes with uncertainty.
“That is what we're doing now, right?” he added, just to be sure.
“Ryan,” I said, brushing my fingers through his soft hair. “You're not going to get rid of me that easily. Not now that I know what I really want.”
He swallowed, red tinting his cheeks.
“Okay.Good.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips and next thing I knew, we couldn't stop kissing.
His lips and tongue just tasted so good. I felt like I hadn't had a good meal in years and was now being offered an all-you-can-eat buffet.
My cock got rock hard and I bit into his lip, thrusting up to meet his hardening length and suddenly we were pumping against each other again, even more frantic than before, the preciousness gone. Hands pulling at each other's hair, teeth nipping skin, until we were clinging to each other, orgasms shaking through us and we collapsed, gasping against each other.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I have to go now. Or I'll never get out of here.”
Ryan snorted.
“So stay then. I'll send Melissa a memo for you.”
