Page 76 of The Pinkie Pact

"Breathe," I whispered. And he did, the tension beginning to slowly melt away.

Next, I moved to his shoulders, the place I'd noticed that very first time I'd met him. Again, I started off softly, and as he began to relax, I worked the muscles harder, digging in deeper.

"God, that feels amazing," Kieran said, his breathing heavy.

Good. That was exactly what I wanted.

But what I hadn't expected was to feel this amazing myself because touching Kieran was setting me on fire in a way I'd never experienced before. Even though I'd seen him without a shirt, I'd never expected him to feel this way, to feel this fucking awesome. Massaging him like this was beyond intimate, getting to know every inch of him, every muscle, every cell.

Usually, in my past, I was always seeking pleasure for myself, and half-heartedly extending it to the guy I was with. But now, giving the pleasure was unbelievably erotic all by itself, and I wanted more.

Again, I pressed my breasts into his back, rewarded by another sharp inhale.

It's time to take this up a notch, Kieran, baby.

Reaching my hands around to his front, I gently worked his chest muscles, pushing my body into his. And now, we were both breathing heavily.

He turned his head sideways, and I couldn't stop myself from moving my body around to meet his lips in a soft kiss that quickly grew into something hot and fierce. Kieran somehow turned himself around, carrying me with him, until he was lying on the bed with me on top of him, our kisses needy and full of lust.

Straddling him, I ground my body against him, our most intimate parts touching. Oh, God, Kieran was just as hot for me as I was for him. He was already hard and hitting me in all the right places, and I could already tell that Kieran was fucking big. More than anything in this world, I wanted to see him.

Suddenly, I remembered my mission. For once, this wasn't about me. This was about Kieran and wanting to show him ecstasy that he would never forget in this lifetime.

Tearing my mouth away from his, I lifted up his shirt as he sat up, his lips chasing mine. Instead of kissing him, though, I whipped his shirt off over his head and let out a deep sigh. Kieran's chest was the stuff dreams were made of. God, what did he do to create a body like that?

Kissing my way down his muscles, I took in every inch of him, feeling him with my hands, feeling him with my lips. Even my freaking hair got in on the action, tickling his chest as I leaned over him, his breathing quick and erratic.

If he liked this, I couldn't help thinking about how much he'd like it when I took him into my wet, hot, hungry mouth. My goal was to hear him moan my name and make him never forget me. I didn't know why I wanted that. I didn't take the time to question it. It was just the way it was, the way I felt.

"What are you doing to me, Sky?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Exactly what I want to do," I murmured against his hot skin.

We hadn't even gotten to the main event yet. But we were close, and God, I felt amazing, like some kind of goddess giving Kieran such obvious pleasure as he writhed beneath me.

My lips making a path along his abs, I hooked my fingers into the edge of his jeans, pushing down, kissing lower as his breathing increased, which only made me want him more, having this power of giving pleasure, something I'd never even come close to feeling.

I reached for his button as he hissed. I didn't stop, though. Pulling down his pants first, I decided to make him wait to be completely free. I was going to torture this boy with anticipation, and I was loving every second of it.

After I ripped off his jeans and tossed them to the floor, I slowly kissed my way up his legs, loving the feel of his strong thighs under me. I made my way up to the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh, laying down wet, open-mouth kisses that made him groan, urging me on even more as he watched me with hungry eyes.

The more noises he made, the hotter I got, the more I wanted to give him this erotic experience, the more I wantedhim. And then I couldn't wait anymore. I had to see him. All of him.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for his boxers and pulled them off, letting him free. And good Lord, he had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen—thick, big, and hard as a fucking rock.

"Jesus, Kieran, you're amazing," I said, still staring at him.

The heat in his eyes was unbelievable. But I noticed there was something else there too.

"Sky, I don't..."

"What? What is it?" I asked, worried about what was on his mind.

"I... I don't know if I can even handle it," he finally was able to say.

That made me smile that I was having that effect on him. "Oh, I think you can. I only want to make you happy."

The look on his face was unreadable, his gaze dark from the passion between us. "But I want to makeyoufeel that way too."

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