Ryan was moving away in two days. We both knew this was our last night. No sneaking. No timers. No rushing. Just us.
Lena was gone for the weekend. The apartment belonged to us. The second the door closed behind her, Ryan grabbed me in the hallway and kissed me like the world was ending. Deep, hungry, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. His hands shoved under my dress and ripped my panties off in one move.
“Bedroom can wait,” he growled. “I’m f*****g you on every surface tonight.”
He lifted me onto the kitchen counter, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was relentless — licking long stripes up my soaked p***y, sucking my c**t hard, pushing deep inside me. I moaned loud, not caring anymore, fingers tangled in his hair. He made me come fast, juices running
