Ryan smelt faintly of sweat, boy and cologne. Versace blue jeans maybe?
Hmmmm…maybe Ryan was becoming just a little more maintenance. Newport had changed Ryan a bit, even he could admit that. But Summer knew under the surface there was still the dark, trouble-maker, brooding badass boy from Chino. Summer knew this from when he took her to that deep, dark place. Slick, between her thighs, taking her rough, hard. Making her cum with such an intensity, building up a rhythm so natural to them, each time him hitting her spicy depths. Anyhow it was gorgeous, intoxicating, just like Ryan.
Summer used Estèe Lauder beyond paradìse, sultry, sexy, sweet, just like Summer.
Ryan knew this because whenever they would sneak out to see each other, he'd smell her, taste her. Take her beyond paradise. She had such a captivating grip on him, it took him the way she'd gasp his name, clench onto him tighter just before she climaxed. Summer wasn't like other girls. She liked it rough, dirty. And finally, it pleased him that he could give that to her. He could be what she wanted.
Sex was never that good with anyone else. Both of them knew this.