My eyes flutter close as i feel Ryan’s lips against mine. His lips are soft and moist; and the taste of strong, bitter flavor alcohol, makes my head spin.
“Mmm,” I moan, half in protest, half lost in the way his body melts into mine. His trembling fingers grip my face tighter, and he pushes forward until my back hits the cold wall with a soft thud.
He pins me against the wall with more, tilting his head as his lips force mine open. And as they do, he slides his tongue in.
“Uuggh,” a low satisfied groan rumbles deep from his throat, vibrating against my lips.
I give in, tilting my head and parting my lips wider, allowing him to explore deeper.
This is bad; he shouldn’t be kissing me and I shouldn’t be kissing him back. But I can’t stop. I love this; I love every second of his lips
