Friends And Sex Toys

Ryan storms in the front door, I look into his mischievous brown eyes. He closes the door behind him and walks to me, he puts his hands on my waist and roughly brings his lips to mine. I trace his lower lip with my tongue as I wrap my arms around his neck. He lets his tongue dances with mine and I let my hands roam his body that I know so well.

My hands run down his back and to the bottom of his shirt, I tug at the hem and we break apart. We breath heavily as I take his shirt off and run my hand down his chest. I look him in the eyes and press my lips against his. He picks me up into a straddling position and walks us into my room. Ryan drops me on the bed, I stare at him as he drops down on top of me. His lips find mine as my hands find his belt buckle. "You're my best friend," he says as his lips graze mine with every word. His hand slips under my shirt and I roll us over, I sit on top of him with my legs on both sides of hips. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it off, I lean down and whisper just inches from his lips, "And you're my sex toy."