Page 86 of The Kiss Connection

“Helping you fall asleep,” she whispers and sinks down the bed, the covers falling even farther. Her lips move to my cock, her tongue sliding over the head and my hips buck off the mattress from the contact, it feels so amazing.

She feels amazing.

Her mouth teases me, but I’ll die happy if this is how I go.

Her hand is slick with precum, stroking my length, her tongue twirling over my tip before bringing it deeper in past her lips.

My fingers delve into her hair, keeping her close, tight, wanting to fuck her pretty little mouth with my cock.

She takes me deeper, and I begin to see stars. Heat licks my skin, covering every inch of me as it floods my senses. Her fingers tease me just the right way, her lips and tongue making the world around me disappear as I grow near.

“I’m going to—” I warn her before coming, feeling the inevitable wave rising higher and closer in the distance before it crashes down on me.

She doesn’t let go or pull away, her mouth remains on me as I begin to pulsate, the feeling of ecstasy nearly overwhelming as I chase my orgasm toward oblivion. She swallows and licks my cock clean before climbing back over me, her body hovering.

But I need her.

I reach for her hips, pulling her down onto me, wanting to feel her weight but knowing she couldn’t possibly crush me.

With each breath, I gasp for air, heart thundering against my chest, the room sweltering around us. The sheets are tangled at my feet.

Juniper lifts her body slightly off me, but I pull her back down, rolling us around, pinning her against the mattress.

“Are you ready for round two?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath. “Or are you finally tired?”

Twenty-Two

Juniper

Being pinned between the mattress and Myles Dax is not how I was expecting my New Year’s Eve to go. I’m not saying I’m disappointed; on the contrary, I’m really happy to be ringing in the new year in bed with Myles.

“Round two?” I grin cheekily, staring up at him. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

I glance down between us. He’s still trying to catch his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and damn, he looks sexy.

Myles cocks a wry grin. “Oh, Pint Size, I’m always up for sex with you.” His mouth descends on mine, and I part my lips, taking a taste, wanting to feel his tongue, his body, every inch of him wrapped around me.

It’s not enough.

It’ll never be enough, the craving and desire, the yearning for more.

He’s fully naked and I’ve got too many clothes on, which he seems to be realizing as I’m gasping for air. “Is it hot in here?” I murmur between kisses and Myles moves his hands to my hips, sliding my sweats down as I lift myself up to help him ease my pajama pants down my legs, and I kick them across the room.

“Feisty.” He smiles, and it’s that grin that makes my heart leap in my chest.

It’s easy to fall for him.

I’m not sure where we stand, as a couple, as a fake relationship, because this part is very real. There’s no faking anything tonight, at least not in the bedroom.

His mouth descends on my stomach, and butterflies form as he kisses a lazy path across my navel and up my chest, inching my shirt higher. “God, you’re so sexy,” he whispers and his lips latch onto my nipple.

A gasp fills my lips, head tipped back as he hovers over me. My hands claw at his back, his body, wanting to feel the weight of him pressed against me.

“Slow down.” He chuckles, his mouth trailing a path between my breasts as he lifts the shirt higher until he finally pulls it over my head and lets it hit the floor.

“Me, slow down?” I laugh. “You’re the one ravishing me.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, staring down, his gray eyes piercing me right through the heart.