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Every guy I’ve ever been with requires a lot of rest between orgasms. I’m shocked to see him standing at attention.

He laughs, hangs his head, and shakes it with a smirk. “No, it’s honestly not. But you make me feel things—I really like you, Juniper.”

“I really like you too, Myles.”

His mouth is on mine and it’s like fire, the room sweltering all over again, my body heating up from just his lips and his touch. We go slow, each step like a dance as he rubs the head of his cock along my slit, coating it with my wetness.

“I’ve never⁠—”

“You’ve never had sex?” I ask, not believing him.

“No, I’ve definitely had sex. I’ve never without a condom,” Myles whispers, and he slowly edges inside of me, inch by inch.

And it feels amazing.

He feels amazing. Everything about him is perfect. His hands grip the bed at my side, his breath hovering over my mouth. I bend my knees, giving him more access as he fills me.

He’s barely entered me and already the stretch is intense, but oh so wonderful.

“Is it too much?” he asks, watching my face.

“No, it’s just—go slow,” I whisper, getting used to his size. He’s huge, bigger than my last boyfriend by quite a lot, and I try to get used to him. I’m plenty wet and turned on, but he’s fucking huge.

The slight moan spills out as he slides deeper inside of me. “Still okay?” he asks, his brow creasing, and I feel like I’m a virgin all over again.

Except I’ve had sex.

This isn’t my first time. But with Myles, it feels new, fresh, exciting, and the sensation builds as he fills me. “More,” I whisper, needing all of him.

He’s slow and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, harder, faster. I can’t take this slow, methodical, inch by inch dance any longer.

“Need you,” I rasp, my voice throaty and thick, my fingernails dragging over his arms and across his back. The desire and wanton abandon coming for me, ready to crash at a moment’s notice.

And he’s that reason. Myles Dax, the man I met at a bar and on a dating app, who I liked and hated all at the same time. It seems now all I feel is heat, lust, affection, and maybe something else I’m not ready to admit.

His mouth is on mine, his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss, his hips rolling into mine, and I grind mine upward, needing more from him.

“Harder,” I whisper against his mouth as his tongue slides in past my lips and I fuck his tongue with mine the way I want to be ravished.

He picks up the pace, moving deeper inside of me with each thrust, and I cling to him, my insides clenching down around his cock.

My breath and gasps grow louder, and his mouth is back on mine, silencing me, a quiet reminder that we have to be quiet, which is impossible when his body has me teetering on the edge, again.

I arch off the mattress, my insides clenching and my body trembling as my orgasm grows near. I’m so close and Myles is right there with me. His breath moves to my ear, his lips and breath hot against my skin. “Come for me, Pint Size,” he whispers, and his lips fall to my neck, kissing and sucking.

My neck arches, my legs clench and every part of me tightens as the heat erupts inside of me like a volcano, the moan impossible to silence.

His mouth covers mine as I moan into his lips, and his tongue seems to satisfy me along with his body as I collapse on the mattress.

Myles is right there with me, his orgasm seconds behind mine, trembling as his muscles give in and he buries his face in my neck, breathing hard.

I smooth my hands across and down his back, and up into his hair, pulling his face out of the crook of my neck to meet his stare.

His eyes are glazed over, a lazy smile on his face. “Hey, girlfriend, I could get used to this.”

Laughter bubbles up from my chest, and his mouth is on mine, rolling us onto our sides as we both try to catch our breath.

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