Page 85 of The Kiss Connection

“Myles.” Her tone holds a hint of warning, and I can’t help but smile.

“I’m just giving you a massage. Relax.” My hands are warm, the heat of the room helping, and I work on her shoulders first, digging into her muscles; she’s super tight.

I work on her shoulders and move down her arms. Her body is rigid, and I can’t tell if it’s because of me or she’s just naturally stressed. Leaning forward, I keep my voice low, not wanting to startle her. “Are you always this tight?”

Her body clenches at my question, or maybe it’s my proximity. My hips shift against hers, pushing her farther into the mattress, pressing against her, and she moans.

I’m barely stroking her arms, my touch nearly featherlight, but I get the distinct impression the moan is from my hips pressed into hers.

Her fingers tighten around the bedsheets, and she moans as I lean back and grind my hips into hers again.

“Myles,” she groans, and it’s clear as day what I’m doing to her, and the sounds she’s making aren’t from my little massage.

“Do you like that?” I lean forward, my fingers guiding her hair from her ear, as my breath caresses the lobe.

She nods and inhales sharply as I roll my hips into hers again.

“Fuck,” she mutters into the pillow, all raspy, and her hands clench the bedsheets. My girl is turned on and the sounds she’s making are enough to glisten my cock with precum.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whisper into her ear. I lift my hips and she whimpers in protest. I’d do anything she asks of me; I’m at her mercy.

“Don’t stop, please.” I love the sound of her begging.

I grab her hips, flipping her around to face me. Pressing my hips against hers, I roll them, thrusting with my cock pressed against her center.

Her hands grip my hips, grinding upward, her eyes shutting and head dipping back on the mattress.

“Please,” she rasps, her voice desperate and filled with need.

“Tell me what you want.” I lean down, my body pressed entirely against her, and I slide my knee between her thighs, using my body to grind harder against her center.

She moans into my ear, her hands clinging to my arms, fingernails digging into flesh as she begins to tremble.

I keep up the pace, my cock hardening with each ministration, and her whimpers and moans, each breath more pronounced, makes me leak even more into my boxers.

But I don’t care.

All I can think about is Juniper and her pleasure.

“Myles,” she moans, and hearing my name on her lips makes everything real, in the best way possible. My heart hammers against my chest as I keep up the tempo, rocking my thigh between her core.

She shudders and moans, her body trembling, back arching off the bed, before going completely still. My fingers slip into her sweatpants, feeling her soaked, and I swipe at her dampness and slide those fingers between my lips, tasting her.

Juniper’s mouth parts, and she stares at me. I lean down, removing my boxers, the room far too hot to leave any scrap of clothing on. My hand sinks onto my cock, needing release after watching her come undone.

She grabs my hand, and my heart catches in my throat. Does she want me to stop?

Did I cross a line?

She drags my wrist up to her mouth, bringing my wet fingers past her lips, sucking my precum.

My cock twitches as her tongue swirls and I imagine it’s her mouth on my hard on.

Fuck.

Juniper moves her hands to my chest, guiding me onto my back.

“What are you⁠—”