Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“I want you, too. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.” Rowan moaned as Ivor kissed down his back, trying to reach as many freckles as he could. He wrapped his hands around Rowan’s slim waist, then reached around to loosen the towel and let it drop to the floor. He stepped back, gaze zeroing in on Rowan’s ass, which like the rest of him was slim and firm, with two sexy dimples right above. He cupped both cheeks, loving the way it made Rowan gasp. He stroked one thumb between those cheeks down to his hole and softly rubbed it.
Rowan spread his legs and came up on his toes, thrusting his ass back more.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” Ivor breathed.
“I feel like I am. When I’m with you.”
“Good,” he said again as he continued to circle Rowan’s hole. It was soft, so he’d obviously prepped himself, and the urge to push him into the wall and take him was overwhelming. But they needed lube. He turned Rowan back around and took his mouth, sliding his fingers into Rowan’s wet hair. He cupped the back of his head and kissed him deeply, tasting toothpaste and the deeper, better flavor that was Rowan’s alone.
Rowan pushed his hands against Ivor’s chest, and at first Ivor thought he was pushing him off, but Rowan followed closely as he stepped backward and he kept pushing until the back of Ivor’s legs touched the bed. When he flashed Ivor a grin dripping with sensual wickedness, Ivor grinned back, then turned them and lightly shoved Rowan onto the bed. He fell back and scooted up until his head was on one of the pillows. Ivor crawled over him, making sure to rub his entire body against Rowan’s. He settled on top of Rowan, between his legs, and took his mouth again.
Just kissing Rowan excited Ivor, but the feel of his naked body against his felt like his place—his alone. They fit perfectly. He loved the squeeze of Rowan’s thighs against his hips, loved the hard cock rubbing alongside his own, and the swell of strong emotions he was getting from Rowan threatened to overwhelm him. In a good way.
“Fuck, you can kiss,” Rowan gasped against his lips. “I could come from us kissing alone.”
Ivor laughed softly and kissed down Rowan’s neck. “I still have to spend time discovering every freckle.”
“By all means.” Rowan rolled his head on the pillow and let his legs fall open more.
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.