Page 128 of Naughty November
“Because these are moments I don’t wish to capture on camera. Moments that are just for us.”
“Oh.”
“Do you know why we’re here, Iggy?”
He lowered his gaze. “You’ll prep me?”
“Exactly.”
He’d volunteered to do it, but I’d declined the offer. He’d entrusted me with his body.
I peeled off my clothes, and my erection sprang free.
“Jesus Christ.”
I chuckled. “What?”
“You’re huge.”
“I know. Are you scared?”
“A—a little.”
“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”
Iggy stared at me, then slowly nodded. I loosened the tie of his robe and pushed apart the silk fabric, which pooled to his feet. He was naked beneath. And more perfect than I could have imagined. How had I never seen him naked when we’d been living together for more than a year? Not even accidentally. But I didn’t mind. This was much better, seeing him for the first time under the candlelight. Unlike me, with my hard, muscular frame, he was thinner, leaner, and utterly beautiful.
“Kee…”
I licked my lips. “Hmm?”
“Do you like what you see?”
What’s not to like?
“Very much.”
I placed my hands reverently on his angular hips and kissed him. I loved kissing him. The experience of him holding his breath for as long as possible before the excited little puffs hit my face would forever live in my mind. And the way he swayed and clutched my arms as if he were going to topple over without holding on to me.
I loved being his anchor.
Releasing him was torture, but I forced myself to. I told him to empty his bladder while I placed a towel on the floor and fixed the enema solution. He leaned against the sink, chewing on his lip.
“When was the first New Year’s ball drop in Times Square?” I asked.
“Huh?”
“Answer the question, Iggy.”
“Umm, 1907.”
“On your knees for me, baby.”
The endearment slipped out, and I bit my cheeks. Luckily, Iggy seemed more preoccupied with the enema than what I was saying. He got down on his knees with his ass in the air.
“Is it going to hurt?”
“You’ll feel a little discomfort but nothing you can’t handle. Isn’t that right, baby?”