Page 82 of Fragile

The question hangs in the sliver of space between us. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, every sense tuned into him, and I can hardly think straight, let alone form a coherent response. But I don't need to; my body answers for me, leaning into his touch, a silent plea for more.

A low chuckle escapes his lips, and I can feel the vibration of it against my skin. His fingers slip under the hem of my crop top, barely grazing the sensitive skin under my breasts. The sensation is electric, and a jolt of white-hot heat skates down to my core, making me gasp. He isn’t fazed, though; he takes his time, savoring each inch as he slowly pushes the fabric higher, his touch igniting a fire beneath my skin until he brushes his finger over my nipple.

“Miles.” I’m panting, not sure if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away. “We definitely shouldn’t,” I say with absolutely no conviction as I take his top off in one swift move.

“Yeah, you’re right, we shouldn’t,” he replies, kissing the slope of my neck, nipping my collarbone, his hand returning under my top. “But here’s another idea… What if we did?”

Somewhere in the distant part of my mind, there’s an alarm bell going off. I’m sure it’s trying to tell me something, but with Miles’s mouth marking my skin and his hands trailing all over me, I can’t seem to care. In fact, I really don’t care. So instead, I lean in, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that’s far more of an answer than any words could be.

He groans, a low, satisfied sound that buries itself inside my body, and suddenly, we’re both moving, grinding and pawing at anything we can touch. Deepening the kiss as if he’s just asdesperate to erase whatever space still lingers between us, I let him take control.

The alarm bells in my mind have gone quiet now, drowned out by the rapid beat of my heart and the overwhelming heat of his touch. This is reckless, stupid even. But it feels inevitable. Right now, the only thing I want is him inside me.

He pulls back, just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense, searching my face for something. “Tell me to stop. If you don’t want to do this here, tell me now,” he says, breathless, but I can see in his eyes that he’s hoping I won’t. “Because I think you’ve given me a new kink. Almost getting caught with you turns me the fuck on.”

I don’t say no because I want him and I’m all in with this. Instead, I grab behind his head and pull him back to me, crashing our lips together in a kiss that’s all fire and need. He responds instantly, any hesitation gone as he presses me harder against his length. I need our clothes off, I need him. “Miles,” I mumble against his mouth.

“Yeah, Queenie?”

“I need more.”

His hands stop their roaming as he swallows deeply, staring into my eyes. “I can do that. Take off your pants. Leave your underwear on.”

I oblige, standing quickly to peel them off my legs, my eyes never leaving his as he removes his shorts and takes himself out of his boxers, running his hand down his shaft once with a hiss. He reaches behind him, getting his wallet from his shorts and finding a condom, covering himself, all the while I stand in front of the boy I love, about to have sex in the middle of the yoga studio. Who on earth am I?

“Queenie, baby, come here,” he says, snapping my attention back to him and his gloriously naked body. The use ofbabywith my nickname has my knees almost buckling as I sink back ontohis lap, my center grazing against his covered dick. “God, you’re amazing,” he murmurs as his gaze dances all over me, pulling me against his warm body. The words send a thrill rippling through me, and I grip his shoulders, needing to feel him closer.

His fingers slip underneath the fabric of my sports bra that I’d forgotten to remove. “I need this off too,” he says, then pulls it over my head.

As soon as our eyes lock again, I lift up and blindly reach beneath me until I find him right there. He lifts me higher, one hand strong under my thigh, as the other digs into the skin of my opposite hip. I pin my legs closer to him, anchoring myself as I feel him there, as he shifts my lace thong to one side, then I sink down in a move that makes the air evaporate around us. There’s a wildness in his eyes, a barely contained storm that’s mirrored in the pounding of my own heart.

“Fuuuuck,” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips.

I lift up again to sink down, and the burn from him being at a different angle sends my nerve endings into a spin. I’m trembling, my pulse racing, every thought I had before now completely drowned out by the sheer intensity of being with him again.

His hand moves to my clit, pushing against my aching core, giving me the pressure I crave. I can’t escape the moans that he draws from my lips as he pushes up into me while touching me, making me come undone. “You’re incredible.” His voice is hoarse, as if he’s on the edge of control. His words send a shiver along my limbs, and I reach down, pulling him back to me, needing to feel him close, to erase the space between us.

We move together, the rhythm building, growing at a speed I can barely keep up with. There’s nothing left but the way he makes me feel like I’m falling apart and being put back together all at once. “Miles, I-I…” I pant, desperate to catch my breath,but unable to stop. I trail off as everything snaps in a burst of pleasure, exploding over my entire body like a tidal wave.

I collapse into him as he thrusts twice more, then deftly lifts me up to my knees, pulling out of me. His hands encase my face as he holds my gaze. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation, feeling hazy from my orgasm.

Shuffling behind me, his movements deliberate, as his hand trails down the length of my spine, leaving a tingling warmth in its wake. My breath hitches as he gently pushes me forward, guiding me into position.

“Hands flat on the mat, Queenie,” he instructs, his voice low and firm, with a commanding edge that renews my desire tenfold.

I lower myself, pressing my palms against the cool surface of the mat, feeling the tremors still echoing in my body. His hands ghost over my hips, as I hear a muttered curse, then feel his fingers slip into the sides of my panties. The lace flutters down my skin, as he drags them over my ass and lets them pool at my bent knees with a satisfied growl.

He shifts his weight, and I can feel his presence behind me. Desire pulses like a flashing beacon inside my belly, desperate for him to touch me and take me over the edge again. Then I feel it, the tip of his cock nudging against me, just before he hesitates right there. “You know I’m not made of glass, Miles. You can do what you want with me.”

“And what is that?”

“You tell me. Or better yet, show me.”

This time, he doesn’t hold back. He plunges in deeply, making me gasp as the air rushes from my lungs. His hand glides over the curve of my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Everything feels so much more like this, exposed, vulnerable, but I also feel safe with him. When he pulls out and pushes back in slowly, the sound of him losing his control has mybody responding instinctively, adjusting to his movements as if guided by an invisible thread.

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