Page 132 of Naughty November
“Oh god, Kee.”
“You’re doing good, baby. I’m so proud of you. Just a couple more inches…fuck, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I pulled back my legs to my chest, giving him better access. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my stomach.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Iggy, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Yes, yes,” I begged shamelessly. “Put it inside me. I want to feel your cock inside me, Kieran. Do you want me to beg? Pleasepleaseplease.”
He drove the dildo harder inside me, faster, and my cries interrupted my pleas. This time I climbed higher than I’d ever been. He jacked me off with his left hand while pumping the silicone inside me, and though it wasn’t what I craved, I came hard, spraying cum over my stomach.
The drop—oh fuck, when the drop happened, it was the most amazing feeling in the world—like I was weightless and floating. Time passed—inconsequential. I was out of it, not willing to leave my cocoon of bliss, but Kieran said my name softly.
I love him so much.
When I came around, I was free from my restraints and in the tub, sitting on his lap with my head on his chest. I loved the sex. It was phenomenal—but I also loved these quiet moments after when it was just the two of us, no cameras. A chill ran down my spine.
“Hey, are you okay?”
I smiled at the concern in his voice. “Hmm.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled closer. “Your baby’s more than okay, Kieran.”
His hand tightened on my thigh, then relaxed. “Great.”
“What about you?” I raised my head and frowned. “Did you come?”
“This is about you and your pleasure. It doesn’t matter if I come.”
I ducked my head so he couldn’t see my disappointment. Why did he keep saying that? Didn’t he want to be with me? Was he truly onlyhaving sex with me because he wanted to ensure I would enjoy it? What about his needs, or couldn’t I satisfy them?
“How about Friday evening?” he asked softly.
Two days away. “Okay.”
He tipped my chin. “Are you sure you’re fine? We can choose another day or…not at all if you’re having second thoughts.”
I forced a smile. “Don’t be silly. Haven’t we been preparing for this? I’m just a little tired is all. Friday’s perfect.”
EIGHT
KIERAN
A smile crossed my lips at the sight of Iggy sitting in the bay window, staring out into the morning. His bathroom door was open, and the scent of his lavender body wash lingered in the air. The two sections of the robe fell on either side of his legs, revealing beautiful golden skin glistening under the daylight.
My god, he’s stunning.
The large bedroom reflected Iggy’s unique personality. The walls were painted a soothing shade of pale blue and were adorned with posters of famous thinkers and inspirational quotes. Against one wall stood a sturdy, wooden bookcase, packed with various books ranging from textbooks to novels, each meticulously organized by author names with the spines sticking out.
Near the bay window, he’d placed a small desk on which notebooks and pens lay next to the sleek silver laptop I’d bought him for his last birthday. Above the desk, a corkboard displayed a collage of photographs, mostly of us, ticket stubs, and mementos from our time living together.
What truly stood out were the meticulously arranged display casesmounted on the opposite wall. Inside these glass-fronted cases were dozens of buttons, each one unique. Some were vintage, others modern, but all carefully pinned and categorized by era. The collection added a burst of color and individuality to the room.
A plush, navy-blue comforter covered his neatly made bed, with a few throw pillows scattered across it. He had way too many throw pillows, but I couldn’t complain, since I’d bought half of them.
“Kee.” He spun around and climbed to his feet. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
I walked over to him, and he tilted his lips. This wasn’t a part of our deal, yet kissing him was as familiar as breathing. He parted his lips, and I took full advantage to deepen the kiss by filling his mouth with my tongue.
There they are—the little moans I love.