Page 69 of Dream a Little Dream

Her eyes lit up as she anticipated what was on the way. I made a show of interlacing my fingers and stretching my arms in front of my body in warm-up.

“Are you about to do what I think you’re about to do?”

“Maybe.” I wiggled my fingers like I was Mozart and placed them on the skin of her shoulders, just beneath her sweater.

Kyle let out a quiet moan of pleasure. “I might cry.”

I began to rub her shoulders slowly but with moderate pressure, following the muscle and pressing and elongating. “You’re really tight right here.”

She went still and then her shoulders began to shake. “I’m really sorry, but sometimes I’m a teenage boy.”

I laughed with her. “I hear it now, but focus on relaxing.”

“With you saying things like that out loud to me?”

I swatted her shoulder. “Let’s lose some of this tension.” There was a knot just below her trapezoid, which I worked on slowly and with repetition.

“That’s amazing. Have I told you how awesome you are because—Oh, wow. Yes, right there. Exactly there. Yes.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Okay, this massage is inspiring a sex response. Massages are sneaky.”

“The more you know,” Kyle deadpanned, and we shared another laugh. I loved laughing with her, and for us, it came easily. I had the best time when it was just her and me. Our alone time made me feel free and alive, as if the stress of the real world was far, far away.

She’d gone quiet once I moved on to her neck, applying the light sweeping strokes I’d once read were the most relaxing forms of touch.I pulled her dark hair to one side, exposing the column of her neck, which I’d always been a little preoccupied with. In the quiet of my living room, I let my hands dip lower, down the front of her shoulders onto her breastbone, and then beneath the neckline of the knit top. I kissed her neck because I couldn’t help myself, not with her so close, with her neck lookinglike that.

She murmured her appreciation, reached around, and slid her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer. It was all the encouragement I needed. I continued kissing her neck, the underside of her jaw, her earlobe. She was my favorite everything, and I was drowning in desire for her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to run my hands through her hair and grip while I listened to her climax.

“I can never get enough of you,” I murmured. My hands dipped lower and palmed her breasts through her bra, prompting Kyle to hitch in a breath. She dropped her head back, resting it partially in my lap. I kissed her lips, upside down and hungry. It wasn’t enough for her. She went up on her knees and turned fully to face me, her body between my knees. She pulled me to her for a scorching kiss, held my face in place and explored my mouth with her tongue. Our pace, which began slow, picked up, until it was clear we were desperate for each other. Somewhere along the way, I’d done away with her top entirely. My hand was inside the cup of her bra, cradling her breast and pressing it against her body. I pulled one out and then the other. She sent me a flushed-faced smile. I knew from pillow talk that she loved it when I showed them attention. I bent down and pulled a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Then not so gently. I was aware of her hips pressing against my leg.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you,” I whispered in her ear.

She met my gaze, her eyes dark. All I got was an earnest nod. A request.

Without any more communication, I unbuttoned her jeans. Unzipped them. Finally, I slid my hand down the front of her underwear into warmth as her eyes fluttered closed, and she steadied herself with a hand on the couch cushion.

“Such a good day,” she said with her eyes closed.

I grinned and began to play. Soft touches. Long strokes. Slow circles. She began to ride my hand, guiding me. She loved control, but in this vulnerable moment, she handed it to me, and it reaffirmed our bond. She trusted me, and I was learning to trust her again.

“Look at me,” I breathed.

She opened her eyes and we connected, holding eye contact as her sounds of pleasure increased in volume and desperation. Her lips parted, and I watched her face change as she broke. Pleasure washed over her features, the most beautiful woman in the world. A bouquet of feelings blossomed in my chest, stealing my voice, robbing me of my words and forcing me to simply live in the experience.

Finally, Kyle took a deep, centering breath and stood up. She lost the bra, left her pants undone, and offered me her hand with a gleam in her eye I knew well. “Let’s go to bed. I have such plans for you.”

“You don’t look tired anymore.”

“Second wind. Can you believe it? Turns out I just needed proper inspiration, and let me say, I’ve more than found it.”

I laughed as her lips met mine. “I do declare, this is the happiest Thanksgiving.”

“And we’re so not done with it.”

We fell into bed a short time later, and she delivered on every promise, showing me how well she knew the human body. Several orgasms later, I turned to her. “Where did you learn how to do that? The last thing, with the timing and circles because, whoa.”

She grinned against my shoulder and raised her chin. “I guess just a combination of science and intuition.”

It was the perfect parallel to her personality, logical yet in tune to others. “I think it’s your new signature move. We could take a vote, but I would win.”

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