Deepa bit her lip. She could feel the heat radiating from Ryan’s body, and see the outline of his muscular chest. In the dim lighting, it was easy to imagine that he was Parker. That her boyfriend never died and that she wasn't a werewolf.
"Tell me," Deepa breathed. “Tell me about those thoughts.”
"I imagine you.." he whispered. "Naked and laying on my bed, begging me to taste you.”
Deepa swallowed. “And?”
“I press my lips to your pussy, licking you again and again until you cum hard, tugging my hair.”
Deepa felt a familiar jolt of need between her legs. “Oh.”
“They are such.” Ryan bit his lip. “Terrible thoughts. But I know that you don't want me. Please pretend that I didn’t say anything."
Deepa clenched his shirt. "What if I said that I do want you?"
Ryan's eyes darkened. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his mouth hovering over hers.
"Say it again," he breathed.
"I want you," she whispered, her eyes fixed on him.
Deepa knew that he wasn’t Parker, but he was the closest thing to her dead boyfriend that she was ever going to get.
Ryan's mouth crushed against hers, his tongue thrusting past her lips. His hands cupped her ass, lifting her up and carrying her towards the bed.
Deepa moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her heart was racing, her body burning with desire.
Ryan laid her on the bed, his hands pulling her jeans down her legs. He pushed her panties to the side, his fingers exploring her wet folds.
Deepa gasped as his thumb found her clit, his fingers pumping inside her.
"Do you like that?" Ryan breathed, his mouth trailing kisses along her jaw.
"Yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
Ryan pushed her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipple.
"Oh, fuck," Deepa moaned, her head falling back against the pillows.
Ryan pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossing it aside, his hands trailing down her sides, his fingers gripping her hips.
Deepa whimpered as he tugged her panties off, throwing them aside. He pressed his lips to hers, his hands cupping her ass, squeezing her flesh.
"Fuck me," she breathed, her hands slipping under his shirt, tugging it over his head. She drank in the sight of his muscular torso and well defined biceps.
Ryan groaned, his lips trailing kisses down her body. He gripped her thighs, spreading her legs, his tongue swiping along her slick pussy.
She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, her back arching off the bed. It didn't feel as good as when Axel did it, but it was good all the same. Enough to ease the ache between her legs.
Ryan's tongue swirled around her clit, his fingers pumping inside her.
"Mmm..." Deepa moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "Oh...god..."
Ryan groaned, his mouth sucking on her clit, his fingers pumping faster.
"I'm gonna cum," she moaned. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum."
"Do it," he murmured. "Just let go."
