We spend the next, I don’t even know how long, kissing and caressing and petting, learning each other’s bows and bends and ticklish spots. Well, I’m learning all Alana’s ticklish spots. At the moment, the fleshy part of her hips have my full attention.
“Stop!” She slaps my hand as I tickle her.
“Nope. Mine,” I respond, and tickle her harder.
“Ryan...” She laughs, squirming in my arms, our naked bodies brushing against one another.
I love the sound of her laugh.
I love that there’s nothing in between us.
I love that she’s all mine.
“I have wanted to touch you like this for so long.”
“You can touch me whenever you want.”
“Good, because I plan on touching youa lot.”I reach around and grab her ass.Mmmm.She giggles some more.
Suddenly someone pounds on the door, causing Alana to nearly jump out of her skin.
“What?” I bark, pulling her tightly against me.
“Yo!” Mac slurs, juggling the door knob.
“Bro, you walk in here, it will be the last thing you ever see.” Like hell he is getting a glimpse of Alana’s bare ass.
Mac laughs. “Just letting you know we lit the bon fire. Hot dogs and marshmallows over an open flame,” he tries to entice us.
“Sounds fucking appetizing. Wieners on a stick,” I dig.
“Don’t forget, marshmallows too,” he antagonizes me.Dickhead.
“Scram,” I snap, refocusing on the naked goddess in my bed. Alana is beet red, looking mortified and a little amused all at the same time.
“Whatever, asshole. You know where to find us,” Mac badgers, irked, and both Alana and I erupt in laughter.Drunk ass.
“Are you hungry?” she asks sweetly.
“Mmmm hmmm,” I answer. “But not for hot dogs on a stick.”
“For what then?” She blinks curiously.
“Seconds.” I kiss her, devouring her mouth, touching every part of her body I want.