Vivian's POV
Vivian had missed Ryan Terrell. But to be honest, not even she had realized how much until the very moment that they were currently in.
Her legs spread wide, Ryan's head buried between her thighs, his mouth and tongue, doing unspeakable things to her lady bits.
She was finding it hard to believe that she had gone literal weeks without having Ryan Terrell eat her out.
How had she not died from need!
She was so hungry for him that she was literally leaking. A part of her was actually worried that she would drown the poor man. But even as her thighs clamped around his head and she locked her ankles in an effort to keep him there forever and ever, Ryan did not fight her. Instead he hummed in approval.
He seemed like a man who would be perfectly content to die with his tongue curled around her clit.
