THIS RP CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL SITUATIONS! CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED!
Stephanie winks "For what? Nothing to see here.." she teases and then scoots back inside.
Ryan disappeared around the corner, still smiling. He hadn't texted India. Right now she was expecting food, not him, but he was happy to test out the spontaneity of just showing up. They had run a few times since the day they admitted they had feelings for each other. Nothing had happened beyond hugging and teasing and just really enjoying the knowledge that feelings were mutual. He walked at a brisk pace to the Mariner's and jogged effortless up the stairs after the lobby. The desk staff had stopped asking him to check in and the clerk just smiled at him as he passed. When he reached India's door he did his signature knock and then leaned on the inside of his wrist against the frame on one raised arm while he casually crossed one foot over the other like he'd been resting there for a long time. He was wearing worn in dark blue jeans, a soft grey tshirt and a deep red zip up hoodie with his usual black high top runners.
India Tor sat in grey sweatpants, a bluish hoodie and no shoes or socks. Not her most flattering outfit, and her locs were all over the place, but her plan had been to stay in her room tonight and maybe watch a mindless movie. She ordered her favorite clam miso and while she waited for it, she considered stupid movies carefully. She arched her brows several minutes later when Ryan's knock sounded. But she got up and went to the door, opening it slightly. She saw him standing there all casual and smirked, backing up. "I knew it!" she proclaimed. "Cops in Canada don't make enough money to live on either." she sighed overdramatically. "Come on in. " she bit her lip slightly as the all too female part of her worried slightly about the state of herself. "Be careful of the snakes on my head. You look today you might wind up a statue."
Ryan laughed "Nope. Steph volunteered me as a delivery boy. Garrett has the flu. I'm not complaining though." He steps through the door and looks at her hair after the Medusa reference "I kinda like it like that." he offers shyly. He sets the takeout down on the dresser. There's obviously enough for him as well "Would it be cool if I join you or is this a bad time?"
India looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Your SISTER?" she sounds surprised. "You tellin the family bout me?" she closes the door behind him and locks it. "Thanks." she tucks a stray one behind her ear. "I havent had a retwist in almost a year. I'll be lookin like Eien ... already do." she smiles. "Join me. I was only going to watch some stupid movie. I was thinking Eddie Murphy or maybe Martin Lawrence. Some actor in some movie that I don't have to think too much." she looks in the bag on the dresser. "One bowl, two spoons." she glances over her shoulder. "How romantic." she says it in a teasing voice.
Ryan looks self conscious "Steph has a way of getting stuff out of me. When we were kids it involved pinning my arms behind my back but she can still make me say Uncle with a look.Probably because I know she's still freakishly strong." he laughs "She seems so sweet when she's not your sister....but no she said she caught a vibe and the interrogation began. But she was pretty discreet about me picking up your dinner. I haven't told my folks. They'd make me drag you over there so my mom could fuss over you. You want me to see if I can grab another bowl from the pub?" he offers.
India smiles. "Thats sweet. Sounds like my Dad. Between your parents and your sister. He would have brought you in on suspicion of jaywalking and sat you in an interrogation room under suspicion of jaywalking and ..." she suddenly stops. "That's it!!! We're watching Bad Boys 2!" she touches his arm, hugging it in her excitement. She turns and gets her laptop, plugging an HDMI cord to connect it to the hotel television. She head. "I think we are at a stage in our relationship where we can share the same spoon, Ryan m'dear." she teases and then plugs in a purple external hard drive. "Three terabytes, but only two of movies." as the HDMI delivers a view of her laptop screen and then the contents of her drive he will see she has an entire library of movies of what looks like every existent genre .. except perhaps porn. But that could be hidden. She begins searching for the file she wants. "For the record, OFFICER Yamada ... it is only illegal if I charge admission or otherwise make money off of a movie." she turns around and grabs the soup which is hot, so she leaves it a bit. The movie begins to play and he will notice she has subtitles set and has sat herself, as usual, on his left side, so he is talking to the right of her .. the side she can hear best on.
Ryan leans the side of his head on the top of hers when she hugs his arm and then laughs "Alright spoon sharing and pirated movies. India, I think we're at the stage in our relationship where I can tell you I download stuff too, personal use clause. And they charge way the fuck too much for seasons of Star Trek on DVD and iTunes." He kicks off his shoes to reveal grey sports socks, sits down on the bed facing the TV and notices her settle in beside him sliding an arm casually around her with a grin.
India settles into the movie with him. "I have Star Trak ... and Star Wars ... and Lord of the Rings AND the Hobbit." she confesses. "Don't let it get out I like those movies." she likes this feeling, the two of them watching a movie together .. sharing a meal.
Ryan turns his head directly to look at her "Oh baby, talk nerdy to me!" He teases "Those are all my favourites too. And all the Marvel movies." He smirks and looks back at the movie and muses "Will Smith is awesome."
India giggles and lightly mock punches him in the arm. "All night long." she promises. "I dont know if I have ALL of them .. a few. And a couple others." she keeps happily settled into him. "He is ... but he's gotten a LITTLE big. Which is why they're killing him off in ID4.2 or whatever they're calling the sequel."
Ryan chuckles and then his pupils dilate a bit at the all night long joke before he laughs. He gives her back a light affectionate rub before letting his arm rest against her in a relaxed position and replying to her comment "Huh...I figured he just got another gig. Interesting."
India shrugs. "Its not liek he needs the money. He only has one ex to feed and I think thats all over now .. alimony and that." she watches the movie laughing at all the right parts. "Oh the 'thats my daddy' part is coming up soon. And no my father was not a daredevel that cost the Chicago Police Department billions in new cars." she rolls her eyes and reaches for the cooling miso, offering to feed him a spoonful.
Ryan blushes a bit at her offer to feed him but them takes the bite "Fanks." he says jovially and then watches the movie again. When it gets to the "daddy" part his eyes go a bit wide before he cracks up, still chewing. After he swallows he mutters "Jesus...poor kid. If I ever have a daughter I will not put any dudes through that. Was your dad really like that to your dates?"
India swallows before the scene but laughs along with it as it was her first time seeing it. "Thats a good thing to know. I'll make a note of it for later." she says innocently of the sort of father he might be. She eats more miso and feeds him more, if allowed. "OK .. he never pulled a GUN on any, but I know at least three boys he" she makes air quotes before settling back into him. "met on the street. While in uniform to talk to." she chuckles to herself. "And one of then DID wind up being a gang banger, so .... he didnt intentionally try to traumatize the boys into homosexuality, but I think a couple decided they'd never ask a cops daughter out on a date again."
Ryan can't help but laugh with her. He takes bites as offered and thanks her politely for each one.
"Well I'm glad he was watching out for you. I think the only guy my Dad scared for Steph was Tris's Dad when he tried to visit her in the hospital after taking off when she was having him. I've never seen him like that since but buddy was a major asshole."
India swallows a warm mouthful of miso and nods. "I sort of wish he'd been around when I met Dion." she murmurs, and then looks squarely at Ryan. "Nah, I take that back ... if hed stopped me from being with Dion, I never would have met you." and she rests her head against him, offering him the last spoonful of soup left. "And you know that old saying 'ladies love outlaws'? It's true ...." she looks at him again. "Then we grow up, if we're smart. And I'm smart."
Ryan takes the spoonful with an overwhelmed expression and chews slowly with a big audible swallow "You're glad you met THAT guy...because of me?" He turns more towards her and reaches his outside hand smoothing it gently along her locks and lightly caressing over the ear that was damaged by Dion "I'd give you up in a second if it meant that asshole never got to lay a hand on you India." His voice cracks at the end.
India sighs, as the movie winds up. "Its like fate or destiny. Everything is all joined and connected and nothing happens int his world by mistake." she considers a minute. "So theres a path everyone takes and eventually it brings them to the one they're supposed to be with. And everything along that path prepares them for that person that is going to be their forever lover. So ... if all that shit with Dion hadn't happened, I would still be in the states trying to conform and mainstream. I wouldn't be her with an incredible guy who makes me feel safe AND I can outrun in a pinch." she winks. "And don't say that, cause I'd give up my hearing in BOTH ears just to enjoy this feeling of being with you now." she tries to get eye contact and show her sincerity.
Ryan meets her eyes, looking pained but nodding. He shifts his caresses from her ear to the side of her hair and closes his eyes leaning in to press his forehead against hers if allowed.
"I didn't say I wanted to give you up...let's be clear on that." He smiles a bit "And you better believe our next run is a race Indy."
India allows the touch and looks into his eyes. She is tempted to kiss him, but wants to stay true to her promise to take this turtle slow. To lighten the mood she begins to feel behind them and grabs the edge of a pillow. With a serious tone, she replies about the race. "I will beat you like you owe me money." and she will try and hit him with the pillow.
Ryan laughs and then gets hit with the pillow and pulls his hand back from her hair, command rolls off the bed and springs up to grab two of the pillows off the bed across "Oh it's on!" he says dangerously and swoops down on her with the left hand pillow swinging towards her.
India giggles and grabs the other pillow, so she too is armed with two. She gets hit in the head with the pillow he swings, but is also swinging. Her giggle and a slight grunt come from her with the exertion.
Ryan bites his lip for a second at her noise but then get right back into it. He gets hit in the chest, teetering back for a moment and then lunges forward and tries to use the force of two pillows aimed at the side of one of India's thighs to knock her off balance.
India pulls back, raising both pillows over her head as she is hit in the thigh and topples onto the bed. She realizes that they are both professionals. The problem is .. she is a professional entertainer and he is a professional police officer. Not having considered that, she realizes she may be outmatched, but she knows some tricks. As she falls she tries to lift her bare feet and grab him somehow.
Ryan is still leaning in towards India when her feet come up, one of them completely sacking him in the nuts. He doubles over on the edge of the bed she's fallen down on and grimaces while still slightly smiling "Fuck...probably had that coming....." He curls up on his side and whimpers pathetically, pillows now dropped.
India immediately drops her pillows and luls herself onto the bed. "Ryan?" she soulds scandalized, leaning over him, placing one hand on his .. shoulder. "Oh my god, I am SO SORRY!" Nothing says not tonight honey like a solid kick to the family jewels.
Ryan breathes deeply and struggles to get the words out "It's OK.I'll be fine...just give me a minute." his voice being a quarter tone higher than normal.
India winces and hovers over him. "Should I .. get ... some .. ice .. of .. something?" she wonders, clearly worried. Then she wonders if she should call an ambulance. That would make an interesting return to public life.
Ryan starts laughing, despite still being in a bit of pain "I'm very touched by your concern but it's really just a time thing Indy. You didn't get me that bad." He uncurls a bit and groans as he rolls onto his back and rubs his hand over his face.
India looks relieved that he is alright. She kneels on the bed beside him as she watches him rub his face. "That’s a relief." she sighs with every bit she feels. "I had plans for those."
Ryan chokes a bit and then smirks points at her "Stop talking woman. Getting a hard on right now wouldn't actually be all that fun." he jokes.
India opens her mouth and then closes it again ... then does that again. "OK ... I'm shut up." she purses her lips, trying hard not to giggle.
Ryan laughs and shakes his head at her and then sits up with a small "Mmmm......ok so more movies? or.....I dunno, whatever time you want to kick me out let me know. I start at noon tomorrow so I'm pretty free."
India's lips are pressed tightly together for a long moment. Then she nods. "Sure .... we can stay up as late as you want." she bites the inside of her cheek and licks her lips ..then bites her upper lip. Finally it spews forth. "You sure you don't want me to kiss it and make it better?" she blows out a breath as if relieved. "There ... I said it. It's out. No longer a danger to anyone." and she smirks. "I really AM sorry, Ryan."
Ryan gulps at her words and blushes "Starting to feel better already with that idea in my head." He chuckles "Somehow I knew you'd say that." He runs a finger over the top of her hand "You are forgiven. I know it wasn't on purpose. Next time you want a pillow fight, I'll wear a cup." he jokes.
India laughs softly. "Good." she sits indian style beside him. "You better have known. If you don't know how much I .. want you now, you're pretty dense." she snorts at the idea. "No it wasn't on purpose. A cup might not be the best idea, but I don't want to cause you pain. See .. we've already had our first crisis. The Yamada Reproduction Crisis!" she proclaims.
Ryan squeezes her hand when she talks about wanting him and grins a bit stupidly and then face palms in his other hand at the naming of the crisis "Oh god, please never let those words leave this room." he says laughing nervously.
India smiles at his reaction. Then she grins "FINALLY I have blackmail material!" she proclaims and hops from the bed and begins to pace. "Ohhhh the possibilities!" she considers all the upsides to blackmailing a peace officer in general and Ryan in particular.
Ryan looks at her with a tongue in cheek expression "Uh huh. And what are wanting me to do for you? Remember, you still have to pretend to like my cooking..." he teases as he swings his legs over the bed to sit so he's properly facing her as she paces.
Indie turns and claps her hands together, grasping them loosely. "Oh .... we mean FOR, not TO?" she shrugs. "I'll make that work too." and she moves to him and looks at him earnestly. "Yes." she slides down on her knees. "Eien is slipping up." she sets her head on Ryan's knee as if faint and places a hand to her stomach. "I should have sent it back ... made you cook for me .... it would have been SO MUCH better." and she looks up at him with wide, adoring eyes that would look more believing on a cartoon character.
Ryan coughs and then looks at her with a wide grin "Wow you're good. You'd even risk food poisoning to get into my pants? That's some serious dedication." He runs his hand under the back of her hair at the top of her neck and then glances sideways as if something's dawning on him "Hmmm not as uncomfortable as I thought. I must be getting better." He looks back at her with a wink.
India chuckles. "Its not JUST your pants I want to get into." she proclaims, honestly. "But I'd risk it, yes." she closes her eyes at the warm feel of his hand at her neck. Not a bit of tension in her. "What isn't uncomfortable? And better at what?" she asks, her eyes still blissfully closed.
Ryan keeps caressing her neck and then despite his best efforts to hold back can't help but use his other hand and brush her locks out of the way as he leans down to gently kiss the other side, if allowed. It's a slow nibbling kiss and he runs his his nose against her cheek after "Just that the uh....crisis is....abating. Chances of the equipment working again...100%. Please stop me if I'm super out of line Indy....."
India is taken aback slightly by the kiss and her eyes pop open, but then they close as she warms and accepts the kiss. She nuzzles with him. "If you stop, you're going to start another fight, Ryan." she warns him, her voice beginning to deepen, slightly.
You can tell Ryan is smiling by the intonation of his next words "Mmm I hate fighting....better avoid that." He kisses her cheek lightly and then trails pecks across to her ear and gently takes the lobe into his mouth sucking on it a bit before sliding his hand that's caressing her neck under her chin, trying to turn her face towards him and upwards, clearly a move towards kissing her on the lips, if she's OK with it. He hesitates with his lips less than an inch from hers, his warm breath brushing across them as if waiting for permission.
India barely nods. "Yes ... better..." She gives an audible moan as he sucks on her ear lobe and when he hesitates, she moves her lips slightly closer. Silent permission.
Ryan takes her face in both hands now, gently and tilts his head, his nose grazing hers ever so slightly as he moves in pressing his lips against hers. His kiss is sweet and gentle at first, his hands caressing her cheeks in moving into her hair, and then his passion begins to grow, his mouth meeting hers more intensely, parting her lips with his as he slips his tongue into her mouth at heightened intervals. He reaches down to try and pull her up as they kiss so he's not so bent over her either letting her choose to come to her knees or even pulling her onto the bed as she chooses.
India is pulled onto the bed completely willingly. She hovers for a second over him, returning each of his kisses with interest, and then lays on her back, looking up at him with abject trust.
Ryan exhales and looks down at her with a sexy grin he has no idea he even possesses. His shyness is gone completely and his the pace of his breath has quickened as he just lets out a happy grunt and rolls on top of her, diving right back into kissing her. His passion is energetic, athletic almost, and as things go on he rolls around a bit with her, his hands caressing her body in all directions but just beginning to tease at wandering to any erogenous zones.
India smiles as he lays on top of her, pleasantly surprised that his shyness seems to have vanished like frost under the heat of the mornings first rays. She lets herself go as well, matching his passion with her own as well as her need for him. Her own hands explore the toned body ... her hands running over his clothes. It is one thing to see the glimpse and another to feel the muscles under the clothing. Suddenly she is very glad she got it together enough to start working out again and keeping herself more or less toned.
Ryan pulls back for a second and unzips his hoodie and shakes it off to the side of the bed. He smells of laundry soap, sports deodorant and a fresh amount of clean sweat as he comes back down on her with the top layer removed. He kisses her mouth and then attacks her neck again with slightly rougher kisses. He shifts his hips a few times so his pelvis and the his now completely obvious hard on is between her legs, giving the occasional gentle thrust against her, often accompanied by more happy grunts. His right hand begins to explore up under the bottom of her hoodie.
India welcomes him to settle between her legs and inhales his scent. She turns her head one direction then another, kissing him deeply from many angles. Lifting her hips against him, she does not object a bit at the exploring hand under her own hoodie. She is without any underwear, not having expected to go anywhere or greet any visitors. The touch of his hand brings a slight whimper from her.
Ryan thrusts a bit harder against her as she starts to push back, getting into a bit of a rhythm with it that could be a prelude for what would or will happen once the clothing barriers don't exist. He returned all her kisses intensely and then hearing her whimper he slides his hand further under and cups her breast, caressing gently and then letting his thumb travel to her nipple and just circling around the outside of it before grazing over it. He remembers the moan she gave when he sucked on her ear lobe and dives for the other one to do the same and not leave it neglected.
India sighs in contentment as they effectively begin to dry hump each other. She arches her breast into his touch and when her ear once again winds up in his mouth, she does indeed moan again, and gasp. "Ryan..." she murmurs. "God."
Ryan grunts again and sucks a little harder, giving the ear lobe a tiny nip with his teeth before he lets it go. He presses hard into her with his pelvis one last time before sliding down her body a bit and starting to push her top up. He kisses down her neck and then pulls back to swoop in at her waist, kissing all the way up with a teasing path between her breasts if she lets him slide the shirt with his intention being to take it right off. He notices the little marks and runs his fingers over them lovingly as he discovers each one in the journey.
As Ryan is pushing India's shirt up, she is yanking at his to get rid of it. Her attention to his lips won't stop until she has to break it to get his shirt off and/or hers as well, as she isn't about to stop its removal. Then she will begins to kiss his cheeks to his ear and down to his jugular on his neck, feeling his pulse with her lips and tongue.
Ryan happily assists the the removal of both their shirts, looking down at her briefly with that grin again. He leans his head back when her kisses move to his ear and neck, letting her have as much access as possible. He shudders, his wiry muscular chest pressing against hers. He has a sparse patch of chest hair where his pecs meet and then nothing until the light treasure trail under his belly button that leads down into his pants. He lets her do whatever she wants to his neck until it stops and then kisses his way teasingly down the front of hers, distracted by the sudden full appearance and access to her breasts. India is about to discover that he is very much a breast man as he begins to lavish attention on hers; caressing, kissing, licking, sucking, flicking, lightly pinching and tweaking, as he tries to figure out which of those things or combinations of make her the most hot.
India kisses and tastes at his neck, seeking and apparently finding one of his sweet spots. Making a mental note, she is completely distracted by his attention to her breasts. Absently she flings her hoodie to the side, not caring where it lands. She moans with almost every pass at her breasts, but her moans are loudest when her nipple is in his mouth and his tongue is flicking it. Pinching and nibbling get him the least response from her. Moving her hand down through the sparce hair on his chest, she pauses at his belly button and then angles her hand into his jeans, seeking his manhood.
Ryan takes note of her reactions and her reaching into his pants. He groans and rolls, flipping them, if he can so she's on top. He quickly undoes his top button and zipper, freeing things up and then tries to pull her down so she can reach what she wants and his mouth and hands can still access her breasts. If this all works he'll cup both breasts and alternate his attention with what makes her moan, his tongue flicking harder and faster against each nipple. Then eventually he'll press her breasts together so both nipples fit in his mouth and he's pleasing her twice as much, his attention now relentless.
India trail her hand down blindly until she comes to the waistband of his underwear. Not opting to be bold just yet, she remains outside of them, feeling the straining cock beneath with attentive, loving strokes. Getting a general feel of what he is going to give her. When Ryan is able to fit both nipples into his mouth, she is quite happy not to have such a flat chest as to make this impossible. She grips at him and his unyielding attention and then she will pull back and look at him, her eyes reflecting her hunger. Pushing herself up and away, she moves down his body, licking at his nipples and chest hair before softly licking her way down his belly. As she moves her head, her body follows, lowering herself to the floor between his feet and standing, looking at him in his, as she sees now, boxer briefs. She recognizes the designers name and grins as she hooks them with her fingers and will strip him of them as quickly as she can, tossing them carelessly behind herself. Then she stands and looks down at him, taking in the whole naked Ryan with hungry eyes.
Ryan shuddered as she trailed down his body, lifting his hips and smiling so she could take off his pants and boxer briefs. He looks up at her, with an almost pleading expression as she stands there looking at him. His lips are parted as he's almost panting a bit and his neither too big nor small sized cock is rock hard, angled slightly back against his body, revealing the bulging veins of it's underside.
"India..." he whispers wantingly.
She hears his words .. and his plea. "We're taking THIS slow." she reminds him and kneels between his feet. Alternating between soft kisses, licks and a gentle brushing of his legs with her locs, she begins to work her way up from his feet. When she gets to his knees, she moves slightly to the inner thighs. Finally when she reaches his cock she inhales very deeply and very slowly, taking in the bare male scent of him. Then she gives him a long, loving lick from sacks to his tip. When she gets there she cants her head to the side, as if not sure where to begin. Her eyes travel up his body to connect with his, if hes willing. Then she takes his cock delicately between two fingers and kisses the tip, then down the side of the head, then moves her lips to the other side and down to the base. Only then does she move back up, her lips barely grazing the skin of his cock and her eyes never once leaving his.
Ryan grips the sheets in his fingers and nods "Slow....slow is good. Holy fuck you're amazing..." he murmurs as his head lolls back. He presses his cock up at her mouth involuntarily as she teases him, grunting at each movement.
India does nothing but smile at his compliment. She is glad he agrees slow is good, and grins as she heads back down, this time the lips are joined with the barest feel of her tongue. But on the way back up, she adds a bit more tongue, leaving a narrow wet trail. Back at the tip, she finally breaks the eye contact and sucks only the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking softly and gently, but urgently.
Ryan looks almost pained and writhes, twisting the sheets. He lets out a louder grunt and then looks down watching her like he's never seen a woman do this before. He has, but India's approach is like nothing he's experienced before.
If India had been wearing a shirt, she may have pushed up her sleeves and cracked her knuckles. But she isn't and does neither. Instead she looks up at him watching her and takes in just a bit more of him, working her tongue around one side to the other. Then the lifts her head off of him completely and begins again, deeper this time. Perhaps three quarters of him. She sucks softly and again ... lower. Feeling him at the back of her throat, she stops, not wanting to gag on him. But now she knows her limit and her right hand grips his base at that limit. Then her head begins to move up and down, sucking a bit harder at him and showing no interest whatsoever in stopping. It's not even negotiable for her.
Ryan's head snaps back again with a loud moan as she deep throats him. He starts grunting at regular intervals within a VERY short period of time.
"Uhhh......uhhh.....uhh......oh god.......oh god I'm gonna come..."
Ryan's cock pulses and spurts the warm sticky liquid in a large dose and then increasingly smaller little shots.
India is not surprised that the young pup in her moth is so soon ready. She only moved her head up a little at a time, swallowing everything he offers her and not spilling. At the last, she kisses the tip of his cock as if thanking him, licks her lips and swallows the last, then crawls up the bed until they are face to face. "Now ... we can begin." her voice still dusky with desire as she leans in to see if he will kiss her or turn his head away. If he accept the kiss it will be the hungriest from her yet.
Ryan looks at India breathlessly with an expression that he'll happily submit to anything she asks of him "Thaaattt......was not the beginning?" He asks in half disbelief, laughing a bit "Fuck I might have to call in sick..." He grabs onto her and kisses her like she's his salvation from the edge of insanity, which at this point isn't far from the truth.
Indie smiles at him and caresses his face. "Noooooo." she shakes her head to drive the word home. "That ... was only a little appetizer for India." she tells him propping her head on one arm and laying on her side with a leg draped over him. "But so far ... I definitely love your cooking more than any I have had." she smiles at him. Despite her age and profession, she hasn't had a lot of lovers, but the ones she has had were all happy to teach her. "Definitely a snack I will want often." and she licks her lips hungrily and winks at him.
She looks over her shoulder. "Besides it's only nine thirty six. You said you didnt have to work until noon tomorrow ... so ..." she shrugs. "PLENTY of time to play."
Ryan looks at her and sighs "Where have you been all my life?" It's a cheesy line and his tone is a little smarmy but the seriousness of his eyes indicate it's a truth spoken in jest. He kisses her again, deeply, and then moves immediately to her ear lobe, knowing the button now and says "What would you like next on the menu?" before sucking it into his mouth.
India smiles at him. "No matter, baby. I'm here now. As long as we want each other." she moans when he starts in with the earlobe again. He remembers well. "Well I think I will let you do WHATEVER you want." she tells him. "Just be gentle. I'm old and frail." she isnt. and her tone of voice suggests he need not be gentle if he doesnt want to be. She caresses his hair, and dissolves into a moan. "Another movie, maybe?" but she hopes that isnt on his mind. Its not on hers.
Ryan tries to roll with her so he's back on top of her, if allowed "Old and frail my ass. You want a movie?" His eyes twinkle mischievously "What else have you got downloaded on that hard drive?" He chuckles and kisses the top of her collar bone slowly as one hand slides to the waistband of her sweats. He gives it a little tug and lets his fingers trace just under it teasingly "I'd like to.. Uh... Return the favour... If that's something you're into." He's asking carefully which suggests he might have gotten a no on that question in his past experiences.
India rolls onto her back and giggles a bit. She doesn't consider herself old. She arches her brow at the mere mention of a movie. "You can find out later." she tells him. "MUCH later." she smiles at the kiss to her collar bone and at the small tug, she lifts her butt off of the mattress. "Oh .... I'm into it." she tells him with a smile and part of her wonders who in their right mind wouldn't like it. But it isn't a pressing enough question to be asked. She lifts a foot and runs it along his back, encouraging him to continue.
Ryan smiles as he kisses lower, moving his attention quickly back to her breasts. This time he goes between them cupping and caressing and tongue flicking each in turn while his hand slides right down the front of her pants. When he has the realization that there are no panties he moans softly and continues through the soft downy tufts of her hair until his fingers find the warm flesh below it. He starts his exploration as an exterior pattern of gently circling and rubbing, avoiding the nub of her clit at first and then almost accidentally brushing it a few times.
India sighs in the pleasures Ryan is giving her. She feels his hand and smiles to herself as he begins to tease. "Ah, so you want revenge, do you?" she murmurs and inhales softly, exhaling a soft moan as he almost, but doesn't quite find her clit. "Bring it, Roan. I love it." she challenges him, and relaxes her body, preparing herself for a long haul.
Ryan looks up from her breast, letting her see his tongue do it's thing by opening his mouth in a bit of a grin. He's watching for her reaction. At the same time he moves one finger lower between her legs, navigating the bottom of her labia and finding the path inside her. He slides it all the way in the rest of his fist pressing behind it on the outside.
India smiles down her body at Ryan as he plays, watching his tongue at work. The feeling of his fingers at her opening make her inhale, a sound that gets sharper as she feels the digit enter her. She lifts her hips very slightly, welcoming him. Her lips part and her own tongue wets them.
Ryan gently kisses each of her breasts almost like he's giving them a little farewell and then trails kisses down her stomach slowly as he gently and lightly fucks her with the finger inside her. He goes slow and deep over and over until his kisses meet her waist and he begins pulling down her pants awkwardly on each side with his free hand. It's becoming clear that he's heading for a multitasking in the sack fail.
India has a general idea where Ryan is headed, and even through her mounting pleasure is willing to give him a hand, so to speak. She moves her own hands to the waistband of her sweats and carefully, but quickly removes them, working one leg so as not to displace Ryan's fingering her. "Let me help." she breathes, not wanting him to know he was not going to be able to take her sweats off without stopping his ministrations. It was not unlike trying to unsnap a bra single handed. Many had tried and many had failed. Her sweats hanging off one foot, she flicks it and it goes flying off somewhere. She places the foot on his shoulder and down his body, coming to fest back on the mattress, her knee bent slightly. Luck had stared with her, as she had treated herself to a manicure and pedicure only the day before.
Ryan looks up at India appreciatively "Thanks. I just can't stop touching you.." He says hoarsely. He sits back briefly but doesn't stop thrusting his finger into her. His erection has sprung back full on but he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the view he now has of the turgid fleshy world between her legs. With his free hand he reaches out and rubs her clit now too.
India smiled at him. "A habit I NEVER plan to try and break you of... EVAH." she promises, as she loves his touch. Has from the first handshake. She watches him watching her and she feels suddenly self-conscious of the stretch marks marring her body. Her first several months in Cedar Point had not seen her eating very much and she had dropped a good twenty pounds in a short amount of time. His finger feels so wonderful, but she finds herself speaking, self-consciously anyway. "See. A mess." and then she reaches out and rubs at her clit, making her arch her back in pleasure and hiss in bliss.
Ryan looks at her with utter adoration "India you could not get more beautiful to me.." He sees her finger on her own clit and moans, unconsciously letting his hand drop from rubbing and wrap around his cock " I still want to taste you.. But that's fuckin hot." His finger is still moving inside her but his focus is on what she's doing to herself.
India smiles, trying not to cry at the compliment. She watches him move his hand and pouts slightly. "I only wanted to HELP." she protests. Watching him with his hand on his cock, she licks her lips and her finger moves a bit faster. Not lightening fast but definitely faster. Her hips arch up and her jaw drops. "Ryan. Please." she begins to pant. She got close much faster than she had intended. It was watching him take his own tool that did it to her. And the thought of his tongue on her. "Taste me ... please." she arches her hips again, then moves her hand, before she pushes herself over the edge. Panting, she forces herself to calm.
Ryan gasps as she asks for it and dives between her legs. His face buries in her layers and his tongue immediately pushes her clit up and down hard. His finger fucks her harder and deeper in time with his tongue. His athletic enthusiasm is back in the energy he pours into it, intent to finish the job.
India almost laughs when he dives between her legs searching for her treasure and begins to lap at her. Sitting up a bit she grabs his hand with one hand and pushes his face away with the other. "Slow, remember?" she asks him with a grin on her face. Obviously she isn't angry. More bemused. She wonders just how much experience this young man has. "Going at me that hard and fast will only wind up annoying me, baby." she tells him and leans back, pulling her knees up and then spreading them, hoping he wont get upset at a little lesson. Parting her hairs, she exposes herself using two fingers. "Never mind this, for now." she inserts a finger into herself and then removes it. "I am extremely clitoral. Concentrate on my clit and I will never leave your side. Faithful forevermore." she smiles and leans back, using her other hands index finger to illustrate and speaking as well as she can through her own pleasure. "Here. My clit. Slowly with your tongue ... very little pressure at first. Get me wet. Take a sip. Savor me." she moves her finger up and down her clit, not exposing it to him yet. "Up and down works very well, but gently. I'm sensitive enough. Believe me you will give me the first of THOUSANDS of orgasms over time." then she exerts a little pressure and pulls back her clitoral hood. "And that, my dear Ryan, is my clit. Uncovered it is almost hyper sensitive." she touches it and moans loudly. Then she releases it and her exposed clit is covered again. "Take your time. We have plenty of time." she reaches for him and, if allowed, will run the tip of her finger, wet with her own juices, along his lips, coating them, then take the finger back to herself to suck it clean. "Lets try again." she winks at him.
Ryan seems taken aback at first when she pushes him away and starts explaining. He smiles at her self consciously "Sorry I got carried away..." He watches her touch herself with a grunt and nods. When she runs her own drenched finger along his lips he licks them after and looks almost ready to explode. Taking a deep breath he gently eases back in, taking a slower and more teasing approach. He focusses very heavily on her clit like she asked making gentle motions with his tongue on the outside before easing back the hood with the tip of his finger and sucking on it slowly. He looks up to see if she's happier with this plan.
India smiles at him. "It's alright, love." she tells him, absently. She has watched his reactions and HIS reactions have gotten her very turned on. The over-eagerness cooled her down, they did not douse the passion with a gallon of ice water. He reenters the arena, calmer, less eager, following the instruction she gave him. The results blow India's mind. The tongue is still a bit inexperienced, but he was trying. Her hips arch to meet his lips and tongue and she cannot stop her moaning, which gets progressively louder with each eager pass of his tongue. When he pulls back her hood and begins to gently suck on her clit directly, her hips rise off the bed. "Ryan!" she yells. "I'm ... god ...." and she begins to buck, clearly cumming. Losing control and both trying to get closer to the mouth that brought here her and further away.
Ryan moans into her clit as he keeps doing exactly the same motions, not daring to change it up now. He presses his tongue back against her bucking, gripping her ass with one hand so he doesn't loose contact until she fully finishes.
India is lost in pleasure, her eyes closed as she finally comes down, literally and figuratively. She swallows hard and is panting harder than she does after their runs. Looking up at him through heavily hooded lids she speaks between pants. "Ryan." pant. "In." pant. "NOW!" it is the best she can do to voice the now primal need to have him inside of her.
Ryan pulls back "Oh god Indy we need.. Just one sec.. He starts for his jeans "Please hold that thought.." He says breathlessly as he makes to reach over the side of the bed, hand shaking as he's so turned on by her orgasm he's struggling for coordination.
Ryan fishes his wallet out of his pocket as fast as he can and in his haste to dig out a condom he dumps the contents of his wallet on the floor, cards and receipts in all directions. He ignores the disaster and jumps back towards Indy as he rips open the wrapper and fumbles to roll down the condom. He stops to make sure it's secure at the bottom and the tip is good before lowering himself over her and getting into the position to enter her. He starts, if allowed by just pushing the tip in and pulling out again.
India hears and sees none of this, such is her distracting desire for him. It could have been three seconds, it could have been three hours. But when she feels him again on top of her and sliding into her, she sighs in relief and bliss. Then he pulls out again and her eyes pop open, smiling at him. She is no longer panting, but she is berating heavily. Her eyes speak volumes to him. Her voice is silent.
Ryan mirrors her smiling eyes in his own and exhales sliding all the way in now and just staying in that fully connected happy deep place. He leans his face down to hers and begins kissing her intensely.
Indoa sighs during every moment he is sliding inside of her. When he stops, she does not protest. Quite the contrary, she wraps her legs around him in a form of hug, kissing him back. She is perfectly content to stay this way as long as he would like.
Ryan stays in her in the same manor but adds occasional little thrusts and hip circles. He's not good at sitting still at the best of times butt when something feels this amazing, he has to move to feel every part of it. His kisses are hungry, moving to her neck and then pointedly to an ear lobe.
India will occasionally move, but for her it is her hands, traveling over his back and butt and legs as far down as she can reach. She returns the kisses and moans softly when he gets at her earlobe again. "This is incredible." she whispers, softly. They are not really moving but the level of intimacy is shaking her to her core.
Ryan moves back to kissing her neck with a soft "Mmmhmm." He's never felt so connected to another human being. Knowing how she likes it slow and not wanting to break the intense intimate connection he begins moving a bit more, thrusting gently and deep but very slowly. His breathing picks up again. getting a little faster.
India picks up her own pace,rest on his but pressing, very glad Ryan has decided to take it slow for now. She matches his thrusts, getting him as deep as possible. Looking up, she examines his face, which she has all but memorized. Not like someone she could recognize, but deeper. She reaches up to touch his face and run her hands along his shoulders and his sides and then along his hops, coming to rest on his but, encouraging him.
Ryan shudders and smiles at India, the smile that extends to his twinkling eyes. He keeps the speed slow and says tenderly "You decide the pace." Indicating he'll stay constant until she wants a change. He closes his eyes as her hands run over him and exhales loudly. His own hands are hooked under the back of her shoulders and he grips them every so often when the sensations hit intensity.
India looks at him slightly amazed, but nods and picks it up. The feeling is so good, speeding up will 'end it' more quickly, but she begins to give into her passion, moving more quickly as that pleasure builds within her. Her sighs and moans are almost a singsong. Moving her legs apart, she bucks her hips a bit and begins to move her soft feet up along his body to leaving them there a moment and moving her hands to her breasts, softly playing with them as they dance.
Ryan moves with her starting to deeply grunt. When he sees her hands on her breasts he looks like he's about to lose his mind and thrusts twice as hard but struggles not to go faster than she's set the pace to. His face contorts as he moans and he looks like he's trying really hard to hold himself back from going right over the edge. "Oh god Indy..." He says in a very strained voice, almost in agony.
India raises hips higher, smiling at him and arching her back. She tightens her kiegel muscles around him, making the space inside of her body a premium. Like grabbing his cock, but without using her hands, encouraging.
Ryan's eyes go wider than she's ever seen them and he cries out as her muscles tighten on him. He blurts out after the cry "I'm gonna cum....damn... Sorry..." He trails off as he shudders, plunging into her now with his rhythm off any pattern they had going.
India smiles at his words, because that was her intention. She wraps her legs around him in a bit if a hug and then lays back watching him in his moment, and waiting for him to drop on her, even unintentionally.
Ryan does slow to a small collapse and then as he rests on her he puts his hand down around the base of his cock, checking the condom is still in tact. He gently pulls out of her "Sorry I have to.." After he looks down at her worriedly, not sure if she totally finished. Awkwardly he asks "Did...you?"
India enjoys his weight on her and hums happily when he pulls out. Nodding she understands he needs to toss the condom. Waiting for him, she stretches and arches her brows. "Did I what?" she wonders. "Cum? Of course, goof. While you were eating me, remember?" she had thought that it was obvious.
Ryan sighs and smiles, rolling off her to one side and running his fingers along the length of her arm "I noticed that one. Indy you have the most beautiful orgasm I've ever seen. It just looked like another one was ..... And then you did that thing and I lost it.." He looks a bit sheepish.
India watches him and considers it carefully. Had she been close? "I've never had my orgasm called beautiful before." she stretches again, pulling herself up a bit. "I ... suppose if you had kept going .... but .... I only had one other that made sure I came more than once, if at all." she pauses. "Hes the one who taught me to do .... that thing." she chuckles and sits up. She is assuming he is going to dress and leave, but being Ryan he will do it with a lot of polite chit chat. "Might be a cultural thing." she muses, watching him.
Ryan looks taken aback at her past experiences and frowns quietly before saying "I'm no don juan Indy, but I will do everything I can to meet your needs in bed. You just might have to be a little patient while I figure you out." He smirks a bit and his gaze drops directly to her breasts before he clears his throat and stands up heading for the bathroom "Be right back.. Just gotta get this thing off me.." He's referring to the now sad looking goopy condom wrinkling on his deflating cock.
India considers that. "Thank you." she says. "And I won't stop being patient with you. You can study me to your hearts content." she is warmed by his promise. "I'm not used to men worrying about my needs. That you made me cum as hard as you did ... it is rare .. then again I didn't have a lot of sex ... sure not in the last year." she watches him head for the bathroom with a slight chuckle. Condoms looked so pathetic once they had served their purpose. When she comes back, she tells him. "And thanks for that." she motions towards the bathroom and the dead condom. "That was rare and sweet."
Ryan sits back down and looks at her lovingly and then looks at her in total surprise about her condom comment "Uh seriously?" He kicks his bare feet into the covers, settling in and holding them open for her to crawl in with him.
India almost dives in with him, smuggling with him, if allowed. She looks almost like a kitten, enjoying a treat. "Yea. Seriously. It's ALL pretty new for me. Consideration, condoms. My first was the most considerate." she looks at him. "Until you." she rests her head on his chest if allowed. "I guess some higher power was watching out for me, cause I never got pregnant. Wanted to. But I got over that dream a while ago." with a deep inhale, she exhales slowly. "All of this is so wonderful." she murmurs.
Ryan snuggles her back, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his chin lightly on her head as hers descends to his chest. After a long thoughtful silence he sighs "Most of that doesn't sound so nice. I'm sorry." He kisses the top of her head, not volunteering anything about his own experiences, but just supporting India.
India smiles as she feels his arms around her. "Well, it wasn't .. and no need to be sorry. It's not YOUR fault." she rubs at her chest with her cheek. "Now you understand some of my old lyrics. They weren't retelling things I HAD, but things I always WANTED." she shrugs. "I had fame and money. Cars. Three houses. The American Dream, I guess some would call it. Yet here I am, turned my back on it all. Came here." she looks up at him. "And am happier now than I ever was then, even at the height of my career."
Ryan's eyes get a little misty and he quickly closes them and moves to kiss her.
India kisses him, still a bit stunned by his misty eyes, but deeply touched. He doesn't seem interested in her money, another rare thing for her. "So ....." she breaks the kiss and looks into his eyes, teasing. "If you want, I can teach you what little I know. I've only had about four lovers in my life .. including you ... but one of them taught me a lot ...."
Ryan can't help but chuckle "That bad at it am I?" He nuzzles against her cheek with his nose "I'm open to learning anything that makes you happy. I haven't had many partners either... Pretty trial and error here."
India looks at him with raised eyebrows. "Oh yea ... it was awful." her voice drips sarcasm. "I saw spots. Yea ... I want you to screw that up as many times as you can." she kisses him quickly. "So much potential. And maybe ... if you work at the trial thing ... you may be the first man to make me cum during sex." she arches her brows at him. "That is ... if you want to make all this a regular thing ...."
Ryan blushes and laughs at the sarcasm and the pulls her tighter to him, holding on like she might slip away "I definitely want to make this a regular thing...don't even question that." His voice drops lower and softer and he adds "And I'll happily make it my mission in life to get you off when I'm inside you."
India smiles at him and melds herself to his body. "Then lets do this on a regular basis. I am very cool with that idea." her laughter erupts at the way he voiced his desire to get you off. "And I will do the same for you." she promises. Then she cants her head. "Still think you might need to call in sick?" she teases. The last thing she wants is to get him in trouble on the job.
Ryan runs a hand up and down her back, massaging lightly when he gets to the lower back "Mmm do you have an alarm clock? I just need enough time to get home to shower and shave and throw on my uniform. I'd invite you to my place but I have horrible horrible roommates."
India arches into his touch, slightly ticklish. "Of course. Mine's set for 5 in the morning. Want to make it earlier?" she smiles at his words. "Tell me about your roommates. and ... Well, I am suddenly motivated to get a place of my own. So soon you can stay there instead of giving the hotel staff gossip they can't spread." she pauses. "Any word on when that remodel is going to be finished? Maybe I should call. If they know there are potential renters or buyers, it might really get off the ground."
Ryan eases off his massaging and flattens his hand as she reacts. "Mmm ticklish?" He muses. " I haven't heard anything about the building in a while. We should ask." He rubs at his face tiredly with his outside hand "God my roommates... Mark the mime, busks in downtown Vancouver and practices in the house, refusing to speak. It's very awkward....but quiet, as opposed to Sean. He's thankfully away a lot, but when he's home he unwinds by playing bagpipes and eating everyone else's food."
India nods. "A .. bit ..." she confesses. "We should ask. I may try and ... venture out there ... its important." she arches her brows at the description of his roommates. "I .. can't even imagine." she giggles and stretches deliciously into him. "After I left home, I lived alone for the longest time. Dion wanted to move in, but I said no. Glad I did now." she moves her leg over him and kisses his chest. She was so comfortable, she almost didnt want to sleep again. Ever.
Ryan slides a hand over her hip as she stretches against him. He unconsciously traces one of the lines of the marks on her body and grins at her "I'll go with you to ask about that place if you want.... God damn you're sexy......" He's clearly distracted by the movements of her body "Fair warning that there might have only been one condom in my wallet..." He smiles more as her leg goes over and then it faulters "Oh shit my wallet!" He laughs.
India grins and nods. "I'd like that. I THINK I can go on my own, but.... I'd love for you to help me." she stretches against him. "Well, I am free of disease. We can always have a date at some clinic for a romantic round of HIV testing, if you'd like to make sure." she is assuming he uses the condoms against disease more than pregnancy. She catches the look on his face. "What about it? Did you get mugged on the stairs?"
Ryan feels his breath catch in his throat and says distractedly " No it dumped all over the floor...you didn't hear that?" He takes a few deliberate breaths like he's working up the nerve to say something else "You're not worried about...pregnancy?"
India laughs. "I was too busy looking at the spots you gave me to look at to hear ANYTHING." she begins to sit up. "Pregnancy?" she moves to the edge of the bed. "I could think of worse people to have a baby with, Ryan Yamada." and she stands. "Let me just go get your wallet for you, if I may." and if allowed she will walk over to it and bend at the waist, backside to him, to collect the contents of his wallet, then bring them back to him and drop them on the bedspread.
Ryan suddenly feels like he's been punched in the gut and sits up in the bed hunched over, his arms wrapping protectively around his legs as he pulls them up. He looks shell shocked and inexplicably vulnerable.
India blinks and drops to her knees by the bed. "Ryan?" she asks, wondering what the hell happened. His sitting up as spilled his poor abused wallet back onto the floor, but India ignores that, reaching to touch his arm, if allowed. "You alright? It isn't a delayed reaction from my kick, is it?" she glances at the phone, ready to pick it upa nd call someone.
Ryan puts his hand over her hand on his arm and shakes his head with a little smile. It doesn't reach his eyes this time "No that's all healed. Sorry.. I guess there's something I should talk to you about because it keeps coming up." He tugs at her hand looking at her a bit sadly "Come'mere." He gestures for her to sit beside him.
India climbs back in the bed with him and sits beside him. 'I have to talk to you' talks for her were never good things. "What is it?" she doesn't smile. She is guarded.
Ryan picks up on her defensiveness and softens a bit "This has nothing to do with how I feel about you." He gives her hand a small squeeze and in then inhales "My last relationship ended because of a pregnancy. I didn't know that was it until later but it's been something I've been trying to let go." He hesitates "And no I don't have any kids..that wasn't how it went."
India relaxes a bit as he tells his story, then she sighs deeply. "Oh ... damn." she murmurs. "OK, Ryan. Lets get this out on the carpet now. IF I were to get pregnant by you, I would tell you right away ... shit, I would hope you'd be there lookin at the stick or in the doctors office with me. I'm not gonna abort .... behind your BACK." she frowns, the idea foreign to her. She touches his hand again and will kiss his cheak if allowed. "I am SO SORRY that happened to you."
Ryan accepts the kiss "I'm still trying not to blame her. She was terrified and we hadn't been dating very long. I mean for all she knew I was just another asshole...I mean I've seen that.. Steph..happens all the time. I would have been there for her with the choice she made. She just didn't know."
He blinks hard and then his body position opens back up like a weight has been lifted or at the very least eased "I really appreciate you saying that Indy. I might still be a bit of a birth control freak for a while." He admits. He goes on to say "I do want kids someday. I just want to feel like things are really solid."
India nods in understanding. "Yea, but where I come from, you don't do that to people." she sighs and then moves off the bet to pick up his wallet again. "So be about birth control. I don't mind. We'll be solid someday. I have a good feeling about it. Cause I KNOW your not talking about FINANCIAL security." she teases him and climbs back into bed with the wallet and its contents, smoothing the blanked over their legs and spreading it out for him to reorganize.
Ryan does watch her bend over this time with a little grin as she comes back up "No I'm after your body not your money." He teases. After he says seriously "I have a good feeling about us too." He looks down after and starts making piles to put back in the wallet. In one pile he puts a Visa and 2 bank cards. In another a series of coffee cards from Dandelion Cafe, Starbucks and Tim Hortons. He has two school portraits of Tristan at different ages, the younger one missing two front teeth and looking positively cherub like. There's a discount card to a video gaming shop, a running supplies shop and a membership card for the eco adventure store Mountain Equipment Coop. He has a reminder card for a dental appointment on April 10th and under it a folded up scrap of paper with notes on Dion White regarding stuff he had been emailing back and forth with Adum about. He's working on stacking the discount cards and forgetting what all he's shoved in his wallet over the last month.
India looks impressed. "Well THAT'S a switch." she teases back. She looks at all the things he has in his wallet. She pauses at the dental reminder card and the little bit of name she sees under it. "White?" she reads it aloud. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be nosin all inyour business." she quickly looks down at her hands, at the black television screen, anyplace but the name white. Its a popular name. No need for it to freeze her heart.
Ryan stuffs a stack of cards back into the wallet and looks up "Hmm?"
It dawns on him what she laid eyes on and he gulps and then looks at her "No it's Ok, I shouldn't be keeping any secrets... This is off the books for me work wise but..um... Adum and I are keeping tabs on Dion. Please don't be mad at me. I just want to make sure the asshole stays locked up. I'm sorry... I didn't..tell you."
India blinks, but grins. "You are? Really?" she sounds impressed. "For me?" she smiles and will take his hands if allowed. "I'm not mad. I'm ... flattered. Really?" she looks at the name and bites he lip. "You'd tell me if he got early release, right?" she tenses at the very thought.
Ryan wraps his fingers around hers snd looks at her earnestly "Yes for you Indy..so far so good and I'll do anything to keep you safe...anything." He states it like it's been non negotiable in his head for some time.
India stares at him for a long time, absorbing his words. But when she reacts, it is to kiss him hard and passionately, showing her gratitude thusly.
Ryan returns the kiss as eagerly and passionately. He slides his arms around her running his hands up her back then just holds her tightly as he keeps kissing, reassuring physically that he's fully in this with her and there for her.
India gets into the kiss and then breaks it. "OK, we have two choices here." her voice is getting dusky again. "Check if you have another condom, or sleep." she smirks.
Ryan softly grunts at her "Mmm not a nice question at all..." He's starting to brush against her, becoming aroused again. "I can live without sex but can I just have your breasts for a few hours?" He says probably only half joking as one hand starts to wander up from her waist.
India smiles at him and shimmies under the blankets. "They're all yours, Ryan."
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