Page 99 of Moros
Ryanne signed dramatically, dropped her towel and turned to go through the bag she always had at the house.
But I couldn’t focus on what she was doing.
All I could focus on was the slope of her back, her ass—the way it jiggled with each step.
I sighed and turned my back.
“Um—oh, sorry.” Ryanne’s voice cracked.
Without speaking, I set my phone on the bedside table, turned her and brought one of her hands down to the front of my pants.
“This is why I turned away.” I explained. “We don’t have time to feed this beast right now. I’m trying to behave.”
“Boo to that.”
“What do you want for dinner?” I released her hand.
She didn’t pulled her hand away. Instead, she massaged then squeezed and my eyes crossed.
“God, Ryanne Larwick.”
Sighing dramatically, she stopped to pull on the panties she’d taken from her overnight bag. She then popped the tag off a bra and stuck her arms in through the straps.
“Be a good boy, Moros and hook this for me.”
Ryanne turned her back to me, pressed her ass into my crotch and rolled her hips.
“Woman—”
She giggled as I hooked her bra and ended it all with a gentle kiss to her shoulder.
“Can we get Thai?” She asked while pulling on a sundress. “I’ve always wanted to try—never had enough money in the budget.”
“Okay, baby.” I paused to remove the bags from the bed and set them under the window on the floor.
“Once you order food, could you come back and lay down with me for a few minutes?” Ryanne asked me, shyly.
“Shorty?”
“Mm.”
“If you want my attention, tell me you want my attention.” I told her. “Where’s the woman who got on her knees for me? The woman who wanted me to teach her—to tell her what to do to me?”
“I’m not myself when you touch me—when I know you’re about to touch me.”
I moaned and stepped in close to wrap an arm around her waist.
“I want you to be that woman—always.” I bowed my head to meet her gaze. “I want her. So, try again.”
“Try again?”
“You want me to come back after I order dinner.”
Ryanne nodded.
“So, tell me.”
Ryanne stared up at me.