Ivor came up on his hands and looked down at the slim, beautiful body underneath him. Then he began mapping freckles. They were sprinkled all over Rowan. “You are so damned sexy,” he murmured between kisses to his collarbones, then down his chest. He licked a nipple before taking it into his mouth to suck.
Rowan moaned and grasped Ivor’s head.
He nipped and licked again, following freckles down to Rowan’s belly. Dark red hair trailed from his navel to thicken around his cock. He had a beautiful thick cock. Ivor licked the head, the bitter taste of precum flooding his taste buds.
Sitting up, he wrapped his hand around the base and stared. “I love your dick.”
“Yeah, well, it loves you, too.” Rowan’s words came between gasps because Ivor had started to stroke.
Rowan was already releasing so many pheromones, Ivor’s magic was soaking it in like a sponge. He marveled over the lack of needing more, dizzy with the knowledge this would be about pleasure and pleasure alone. His entire body buzzed with desire, his gaze eating up the absolute beauty of the man beneath him. Rowan had his head tilted back, his mouth open and eyes shut. His pulse beat in his neck in a fast rhythm, and his desire was a heady, living presence inside Ivor. It swelled inside him until he knew Rowan was about to come. So he took his hand away.
Rowan’s eyes slitted open as he brought his head down to look at Ivor. Ivor kept his gaze steady on those pretty, amber eyes as he reached for the lube and slowly coated his fingers. Obvious anticipation made Rowan’s mouth fall open more, but he didn’t take his own gaze away either. His face was flushed, so unbelievably beautiful in that moment, Ivor’s heart just clenched.
He loved this man.
He was fully in love with Rowan Forrest, and seeing him lost to pleasure was the greatest gift he had ever received.
Ivor circled Rowan’s hole with his slick fingers, then slid one inside, groaning at the tight heat he found. Rowan cried out but still didn’t look away from him. Ivor crooked his finger, drawing out more sexy noises from Rowan, who was subtly thrusting up his hips to take Ivor’s finger deeper. Ivor loved this part—loved the preparation, the anticipation. The buildup was just as exciting for him, but he knew that actually sliding inside this man, one that he loved, was going to feel like nothing else. It was all he could do not to hurry, but he didn’t want that. He wanted this first time to be a memorable experience for the both of them.
“More,” Rowan whispered.
He pulled out his finger and slid two slowly into Rowan, who gasped and licked his lips. He fucked into him, making sure to rub over Rowan’s prostate.
Rowan started writhing on the bed, his hands fisting the bedding.
Ivor added a third finger, dizzy with the realization that Rowan’s body was ready for him. Normally, he’d be turning his partner over about now, but he didn’t want to miss one expression that crossed Rowan’s face. “I can wear a condom, but it’s not needed because of my magic. I will if you want me to.”
Rowan shook his head. “Not if we don’t need one.” He gasped. “Please, I need you.”
He couldn’t resist that plea at all. He slowly withdrew his fingers and moved over Rowan, bringing his legs up high. When he slid his cock inside Rowan, he moaned long and loud. It was like sinking into heaven. It was hot and tight, pleasure snaking up his spine. Rowan had his eyes closed as he adjusted, and Ivor knew what he was feeling. That bite of first pain that moved over into pleasure. He pressed deeper slowly, giving Rowan timeto get used to him. His fingers tightened on Rowan’s legs as he resisted the urge to start thrusting hard right away.
Rowan started to thrust up, and Ivor pulled back before sinking deep again.
Rowan moaned, his hips starting to move, pleasure slacking his jaw, signaling this had moved into the realm of pure ecstasy. Ivor began to really move then, his eyes rolling back at the overwhelming joy of making love to someone he felt completely connected to. Rowan’s pleasure filled his mind along with his own, a wave of bliss that scorched him inside and out. He’d never felt anything like it.
Ivor reveled in everything about their sex. The feelings, the sensory overload of scents and sensations. This was not about feeding his magic but being one with someone he truly cared about. Someone made just for him. Just as he was made for Rowan.
His eyes actually watered at the emotions swamping him, and he closed them—but only for a moment. Rowan was too damn beautiful not to watch him being overwhelmed with pleasure. He was gasping, his head rolling on the pillow, his cheeks flushed. Ivor kept thrusting into him, marveling over how perfectly they moved together.
Sweat gathered on his chest and back as he kept up the relentless rhythm.
Rowan’s eyes suddenly shot open wide and glazed over. Seeing how close he was, Ivor let go of one of his legs and reached between them to grasp Rowan’s cock. That touch was all it took to send the man over. His body went taut, sexy noises escaping his mouth—whimpers and cries, then the sexiest grunt ever as he shot cum between them.
Ivor felt every moment of Rowan’s pleasure.
He groaned, picked up the pace of his thrusts as he chased his own orgasm. It swelled through him fast and hard, and he nearlyblacked out when he shot his own load into Rowan. Waves of pleasure washed through him, making him suck air into his starving lungs.
He collapsed onto Rowan, loving the smear of Rowan’s release on his skin. Rowan wrapped his arms tight around Ivor, his lips pressing into the hair at Ivor’s temple.
It took several moments for Ivor to come back into reality. He lifted his head, and their eyes locked. Neither had to say anything because he read his own sense of shock returned in Rowan’s gaze. They stayed silent until a small smile curved Rowan’s lips.
“You were right,” he whispered. “That definitely wasn’t bad sex.”
Chapter Twenty
Rowan
They stayed in bed another hour, just kissing and stroking their hands over each other. Ivor had gotten up once to get a warm, wet cloth to clean them up before he’d crawled right back on top of Rowan and just held him. They barely spoke, both stuck in this place of awe because Rowan could tell Ivor was feeling that as well. He didn’t understand how it could be so strong, but he didn’t think it was just his imagination—which was admittedly strong.
