Rylan-Personal Narrative
After more hours filled of laughter and new memories, Rylan and I say goodbye to our guests. Except my parents, who live in Boston, are staying with us for a few days. I take a quick shower in our master bath after I say good night to Mom and Dad. I walk out the bathroom to find Ry watching tv from our California king bed.
I stride past the tv then make my way to my side of the bed. I crawl toward Rylan once I get on the bed. I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his right arm around me. A kiss greets my forehead as I settle against his warmth. A NBA rerun from last season is on the tv featuring Bulls vs Celtics. The game goes to halftime when I decide to speak.
"Rylan, are you upset?" I softly venture
A sigh releases into the silent …show more content…
You know what I mean." He tickles my stomach with his left hand.
"Ah! Rylan!" I crawl on top of him, with each of my legs on either side of him. I place my hands in his. He chuckles as I attempt to push his hands down. He barely pushes back, proofing his workouts pay off in his arm strength, keeping me at bay. Another "Rylan!" Is barely contained as he continually smiles at me.
"Shh don't want Brad and Michelle to wake up, now do we." My movements making him chuckle more.
"Fine. I love you baby." I lean down to kiss him. He kisses back eagerly. His hands leave mine to occupy my lower back. I place my arms around his neck. The kisses become hotter, heavier, and longer. He sits ups with me straddling him. I grind down on him. I let to of his mouth to breathe for it is too much. He doesn't stop , Ry makes his way to my neck and attacks.
I gasp and grind down again. He grabs my sides and throws me down on my back with him above me.
"Don't start something unless you plan to finish it." He groans and thrusts his cock against my ass. I gasp at the contact and grip his biceps.
"Oh I will. " I roll my hips upward thrusting my cock on his. His eyes grow wide with hunger and desire. " Question is , can you?" I pur the last …show more content…
He takes and takes til I whimper for mercy. I run my hands underneath his shirt. Reacquainting them with his abs, his broad chest, and smooth skin. I scratch at his chest disrupting the smooth skin. He hisses then smirks at me.
"Naughty as always. Do you want me that badly?" He lifts his shirt over his head, tossing the garment like a rag, he tugs at my shirt until I sit up; then with my shirt gone he strikes again. This time he tenderly yet swiftly sucks on my pink nipples.
I run my hands over his muscular back. He suck rough and slow now. Shocks run through my blood at his wet tounge on my skin. Curling my nails in his tattooed back , I try to grasp for reality. He goes to my lips and worships my lips. I moan from his skin on mine. I slowly crack my eyes open to look at my creamy white skin brushing against his mocha skin. I thrust up, feeling him straining against the tight
I stride past the tv then make my way to my side of the bed. I crawl toward Rylan once I get on the bed. I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his right arm around me. A kiss greets my forehead as I settle against his warmth. A NBA rerun from last season is on the tv featuring Bulls vs Celtics. The game goes to halftime when I decide to speak.
"Rylan, are you upset?" I softly venture
A sigh releases into the silent …show more content…
You know what I mean." He tickles my stomach with his left hand.
"Ah! Rylan!" I crawl on top of him, with each of my legs on either side of him. I place my hands in his. He chuckles as I attempt to push his hands down. He barely pushes back, proofing his workouts pay off in his arm strength, keeping me at bay. Another "Rylan!" Is barely contained as he continually smiles at me.
"Shh don't want Brad and Michelle to wake up, now do we." My movements making him chuckle more.
"Fine. I love you baby." I lean down to kiss him. He kisses back eagerly. His hands leave mine to occupy my lower back. I place my arms around his neck. The kisses become hotter, heavier, and longer. He sits ups with me straddling him. I grind down on him. I let to of his mouth to breathe for it is too much. He doesn't stop , Ry makes his way to my neck and attacks.
I gasp and grind down again. He grabs my sides and throws me down on my back with him above me.
"Don't start something unless you plan to finish it." He groans and thrusts his cock against my ass. I gasp at the contact and grip his biceps.
"Oh I will. " I roll my hips upward thrusting my cock on his. His eyes grow wide with hunger and desire. " Question is , can you?" I pur the last …show more content…
He takes and takes til I whimper for mercy. I run my hands underneath his shirt. Reacquainting them with his abs, his broad chest, and smooth skin. I scratch at his chest disrupting the smooth skin. He hisses then smirks at me.
"Naughty as always. Do you want me that badly?" He lifts his shirt over his head, tossing the garment like a rag, he tugs at my shirt until I sit up; then with my shirt gone he strikes again. This time he tenderly yet swiftly sucks on my pink nipples.
I run my hands over his muscular back. He suck rough and slow now. Shocks run through my blood at his wet tounge on my skin. Curling my nails in his tattooed back , I try to grasp for reality. He goes to my lips and worships my lips. I moan from his skin on mine. I slowly crack my eyes open to look at my creamy white skin brushing against his mocha skin. I thrust up, feeling him straining against the tight