Page 132 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, and I wasn’t sure why. I’d been ready to since the first time I’d kissed him, but Miles always suggested something else when I broached the subject. Maybe he didn’t like it, which was completely fine. I was perfectly happy with everything we were already doing.
Maybe I should simply ask him about it.
But… not right now. I didn’t want to kill the mood.
So I pushed his pants down over his perky ass.
“Win,” he breathed into my mouth. “You need to take yours off too.”
“Mm. Anything you want, sugar butt.” I tapped his cute butt lightly.
He snorted again and climbed off me so he could pull off his pants and boxer briefs. I wanted to watch him, but that would make him uncomfortable, so I stood and undressed, shucking my shirt and pushing my pants and boxer briefs down. I used my feet to pull them the rest of the way off, but my boxer briefs got stuck on the toes of my right foot.
“Ahhh!” I yelled with a laugh as I lost my balance. I started to fall toward the couch, but strong arms grabbed onto me, stopping my fall.
Miles met my gaze as he made sure I had my balance, then he burst out laughing. I couldn’t help but snicker too.
I pushed my stupid underwear the rest of the way off my feet, then yanked Miles into my chest, kissing him soundly. He came willingly, wrapping his arms around my neck.
He still had a shirt on, so I lifted it so I could get my hands on his skin, but I didn’t try to take it off. I knew he liked having some kind of barrier—I picked up on that about the third time we’d fooled around—and I wanted him to have fun, not be worried about anything else.
“You can take it off.”
“What?” I leaned back, looking at his handsome face.
He smiled shyly at me. “My shirt, you can take it off.”
I searched his pretty brown eyes. “Are you sure?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
My belly swooped again for a whole new reason. A naked Miles was a rarity I was definitely going to take advantage of.
Quickly, I yanked his shirt over his head and threw it to the side, then pulled him back into my arms. After thoroughly kissing the hell out of him, I sat on the couch and pulled him into my arms so he was on my lap, making out and touching, hands and fingers gliding over smooth skin, lips and tongues caressing everywhere.
Leaning over, I reached into one of the end tables’ drawers to grab the lube we’d stashed there a month ago when we realized we kept starting things in here. We hid it all the way in the back of the drawer, just in case someone else opened it.
I poured some lube into my hand, then reached between us and covered both our cocks. I slid my hand over us, moaning into Miles’s mouth as he did the same.
“Let’s lay down,” I murmured.
“Huh? How?”
I chuckled, then pushed him up, so he stood while I lay on the couch facing away from him.
Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Lay behind me.”
He blinked, staring at my ass for a few seconds before he focused on my face, flushed from being caught, then scrambled onto the couch. I reached behind myself for his cock, jerked him for a few seconds, then guided him between my thighs.
“Fuck my legs, baby,” I whispered over my shoulder.
In a deep, fake voice, he said, “Mm, talk dirty to me.”
That made me laugh loudly, and I smacked his hip. “Come on. I’m dying here.”
Miles chuckled and leaned up on his elbow, cupped my cheek to turn my face toward him, and kissed me as he slowly started pumping his hips.
The drag of his dick across my balls made me shiver, and I let out a small moan. “Feels good, lovey. So fucking good.”
