“Feels so good, Harv,” Iggy gasped as I eased into him, moaning low and needy as I caught his mouth, the two of us pausing just to be together for a handful of heartbeats.
“Yeah,” I responded, breathless and overwhelmed, forehead resting against Iggy’s as my whole world fell into place. “Feels good, Ig.”
Everything but Iggy melted away as we rocked together, no other concerns in the whole world besides how right out bodies felt tangled together, how good the salt-tang of sweat tasted on Iggy’s skin, how sweet every gasp and sigh was.
How this man wasmine, and now, finally, I got to keep him.
Neither of us were in a rush, rocking slowly so the creaking of the mattress matched the windchime outside, gentle like the tide going out at the end of a long summer’s day.
I couldn’t wait to spend all my summers with Iggy. And all my falls, winters, and springs. I couldn’t wait to sprout roots and make this a home.
Iggy was already home. I just had to stay.
Every brush and slide of Iggy’s skin against mine was electric, bright, sharp pleasure bouncing all over my skin, pooling in my gut. A slow-burning fire this time, the last embers glowing steadily all the way into the night.
It felt like forever.
We finished at almost the same moment, gasping into each other’s mouths, long and slow and intense, rolling to a sweet stop, still kissing even as I moved off him and gathered him up against my chest, legs tangled, skin sticking together as sweat cooled.
“How was that?” I murmured between kisses, smiling as Iggy curled a hand around my hip.
“Not bad for a first try,” Iggy said, and I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were sparkling right now.
“You think we oughta get some more practice in?” I teased.
“Lots,” Iggy agreed. “So much. Daily practice, at least. Until, y’know. We get it right.”
“Could take a lifetime,” I said, pulling back to look him in the eyes, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
“Could,” Iggy licked his lips. “Up for it?”
“Yeah,” I said, the smile on my face spreading so wide it was starting to hurt. “Yeah, Ig. I’m up for a lifetime with you.”
30
Iggy
The morning sunlightwoke me first thing, making me wrinkle my nose and snuggle further under the blankets.
On the other side of the bed, Harvey chuckled.
“Go ‘way,” I mumbled, exhausted down to my soul.
I’d been joking about the marathon sex, but Harvey clearly hadn’t been. My sex drive was getting the workout of its life, and he’d been back less than twenty-four hours.
I grunted as I felt Harvey’s fingers trailing down my spine.
“You sure you want me to go away?” he asked, lifting the covers up so the cool morning air hit my bare skin, goosebumps springing up all down my back and making me shiver.
He shuffled over and covered me with his warm body, pressed against me shoulder to hip.
His hard cock poked my butt.
“Oh my god,” I muttered, shifting to get comfortable again as Harvey’s hand swept down my side, ghosting over my most ticklish parts and coming to rest low on my stomach, fingertips toying with my treasure trail. “Aren’t youdone?”
“I’ve got bad news, Ig,” Harvey murmured in my ear, lips brushing the shell.
“Mm?” I asked.
