You taste him

“Wanna taste you,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to Ryan’s neck before moving down his body, tracing fingers down Ryan’s side, sending shivers up his spine.

You smirked as Ryan moves his shirt up a little bit, revealing his hipbones. Ryan sits up on his elbows, looking down at you through bright eyes under hooded eyelids. Ryan’s already close, so when you looked up at him and took Ryan’s cock in your warm, wet mouth, it nearly sends him over the edge.

“Ughn… Miles, yes, fuck,” Ryan moaned, the only warning he gives before spilling his heat into your mouth, his spunk sliding down your throat with surprising ease. You sit up and slide up Ryan’s body, pressing your lips against Ryan’s.

Ryan shouldn’t be so turned on by the fact that he can taste himself on your tongue, but he can’t suppress the tortured moan that claws it’s way out of his throat as your arms slip around him waist, pulling him closer.

"Ready to make it up to me inside?"