I couldn't tell him no this time. No matter how much I opened my mouth to say something, the words never left my body. I wanted to know what he felt like, what he smelled like, what he looked like. I was craving him more than I had ever craved a single person in my life. I don't know what it was about him, but I needed him. I moaned just a little bit. Before I blurted, "Can I call you Ryk?" I asked. "Baby, you can call me whatever you like," he smirked. "Also, that was very random," he added. "Sorry, I get awkward sometimes," I laughed.
After a few moments of teasing me with his tongue, he stopped. "Why did you stop?" I asked. He stood up, and walked over to the sliding glass doors, and stared out to the ocean. "I thought that you wanted me to stop? When I tried to earlier, you r
