She stayed on her knees, sitting back on her heels, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and messy hair. Her lips were shiny, swollen, a little string of spit still connecting her to the head of his cock for half a second before it broke.
Ryan watched, chest still heaving, as she opened her mouth wide. Tongue out flat, showing him – clean. Not a single drop left. She'd swallowed every bit like it was hers to keep.
He let out a low, satisfied breath, thumb brushing her bottom lip.
"Fuck, Sophie," he said, voice rough and warm. "Come here."
She listened. Climbing unto his lap and sitting as he breath through the aftermath.
Sophie stayed in his lap for a long minute after, forehead pressed to his shoulder, breathing slow and warm against his neck.
The music was still playing low from the speakers, that deep, dirty bass wrapping around the quiet apartment like it knew exactly what kind of morning this had turned into.
