Gone was every other moment or thought beyond Ryder-the strong, sexy man she couldn’t see but wanted to keep tight against her. He thrust his tongue inside, and she lost her mind and the ability to breathe. “Should have known you tasted sweet everywhere.” He delivered another long lick from her opening to her clit, and her head lolled back, thumping against the wall behind her. “Mmmm,” he moaned against her, sending shivers from her center to her spine. Her hands flew to the top of his head, and she closed her fists in his thick hair. She gasped when his tongue slid along her folds. “I do wish I could see your face,” he said, and hooked her left leg over his shoulder. What sounded like an approving growl broke from his chest as he worked those off of her next. He continued to trail his finger around the band. His big finger traced the line of her panties.
The sound of the denim falling and the metal button hitting the ground with a clink made her heart pick up. He unfastened her shorts, then slid them down her thighs and off. This strong man had chosen to stay kneeling while she rose to her feet. What must it look like to have a man like Ryder kneeling before her? A strange power flooded her. She kept her hands on his face as she did so. Staying on his knees, he coaxed her to stand. Her back was against the wall and Ryder against her front. “Your eyes will adjust, and don’t worry about seeing. It was too dark, and that was a shame, because Ryder was a delectable sight.
He shut the door behind them, all the while keeping her locked around him, and sank to his knees. With her balanced in one arm, he opened the door and walked them into a dark supply closet. He carried her with ease, like she weighed no more than a doll, and bounded toward a single door at the far end of the hallway. He glanced around quickly-as far as she could see, no one was paying them any attention-then without warning, he hoisted her up.Ī sharp laugh broke from her as she locked her legs around his waist. He groaned and, with a flex of his hips, ground against her. She gripped the collar of his shirt in her fist, then yanked and brought him close, crashing his lips even further into hers. She caught flashes of his massive biceps straining against that poor shirt that struggled to contain them. “Looks like I’m tapping into your wild side,” she whispered between kisses. Instead, he brought her close to him, eating her up with a powerful combination of strength and self-control. He surrounded her with his arms, could easily crush her if he wanted. She arched her back, rubbed her breasts against his chest, and opened her legs wider to accommodate his larger frame. “What are you doing to me?” he growled against her lips before diving in for more. He pressed her against the wall, tunneled his hands in her hair, and used his knee to kick her thighs apart so that he could take up the space between them. She parted her lips on a gasp, and he plunged his tongue inside, as though taking a deep taste of her. With her, I get how it comes across because she seems like such a bad friend and insincere often in other ways.“Fuck baby steps,” he rasped against her mouth, then snagged her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging slightly and bringing her in for the hottest kiss she’d ever had. immature? But idk that's some people's personality.
Like I wouldn't say "Hey best friend" because it would feel. But I do NOT refer to the as "best friend" to them. People I just saw at work or school I called my school or work friends and differentiated them from school or work best friend. Sometimes I call someone I used to be close with and stay in touch an "old friend" because they were a friend from a long time ago, and that comes across. Friends I've grown apart from or acquaintances I have a good view of I politely call "friend" - like a facebook friend level/concept. I then have about 2-4 other really good friends not quite like the others but connected to them and definitely not just a buddy, and that's what I introduce them as.
Two of them are friends, one of them has no relationship with the other three. It would be really rude for me to call one of them best friend since I have such a long lasting deep yet very different bond with each other them.
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