Ryan
It was evening. Orange light spilled through the wooden planks, the color adding a slight warmth to the otherwise cold broken down room. And there she lay, a damaged woman sitting on a damaged mattress. Like the mattress, she looked smooth, inviting, worn just enough to play rough with. Ryan's golden eye's met Forest's indigo ones. Just like earlier, he wondered what she was thinking. But something about swimming in her eyes told him all he needed to know.
Forest wanted him, and badly. However, that didn't mean it overcame her pain.
The moment where her eyes crept closer to him, where he could see those small perky breasts point downward, that was the moment that he would remember from tonight. Everything else was but an afterthought, a bonus that would send his brain into a frenzy. Cool hands cupped his cheeks, lips touched his own, prompting him to part them to envelop her upper lip, his tounge catching hers.
It was cold too.
A hand reached down, two fingers sliding into her slit, rubbing the outer walls. He needed to make sure she was really wet before he stuck it in. At the very least, it would be a fun challange.