*Part 1: In moments Ryan knocked and I opened the door. It took a moment to register that Ryan was staring at me, thats when I remembered my pj's. A white cotten nightgown that unconsciously screamed virgin. He groaned as if in pain, threw my jacket into my apartment, stepped through the door, slamme it shut after him, and pulled me into his arms, all in a matter of seconds. As his mouth crashed down on mine all I was thinking was that I hoped whatever he had in mind would take longer then it took him to get into my apartment...*
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From the minute that Ryan stepped into my apartment, he took control, and I was all too happy to let him.
His mouth crushed hotly against mine, our tongues battling for a taste of each other. I couldn't seem to think past what he was doing with his mouth, he seemed to know that I liked it when he would lightly bight my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth. I was so engrossed in his kisses, that I didn't notice that he was pulling my nightgown off until I had to break our kiss for him to pull it over my head. He kissed me again, and his hands burne paths alng my body, everywhere that he could reach.
I managed to remove his jacket and buttoned shirt as he kissed and sucked down my neck. Everywhere that he touched was aflame. I couldn't seem to touch him enough, to get enough of him.
When his mouth reached my breast taking my right nipple into is hot mouth, I stopped thinking.
He moved back and forth between my breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking hotly, and squeezing the one not getting the same attention. He knew to squeeze hard, I liked his calloused hands, and I liked it when he would use them roughly, especially against my breasts. Ryan pulled me down to the floor, and I thankfully sank onto the carpet moments before my knees would have given out underneath me. The only barriers between us were my white lace panties, and his jeans. He left my breasts and licked and kissed down my torso until he reached the waistband of my panties.
