Page 32 of Iggy

“They’re all wonderful people,” she said nuzzling closer. “I’ve known them since I was a kid but didn’t speak to them really as an adult. You know what I mean?”

“I know,” he nodded. “Well, it’s getting late.”

“It is. You should stay here,” she said softly. Iggy looked down at her hoping to see seriousness in her expression.

“If I stay, Olive, I don’t leave. Ever.”

“I know,” she said standing and taking his hand. “I took the liberty of moving your things in this afternoon. Jethro helped me.”

“Remind me to thank Jethro,” he laughed.

“Why do you think I’ve been waiting up? While I had some adult conversations today, I took some time to peruse Charlie’s lingerie selections.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Olive,” he said in a throaty, sexy growl. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, swallowing the saliva building in his mouth.

“Come and see for yourself,” she laughed. “What’s your favorite color?”

“I guess black. I’m a dude. If it’s not black, brown, or tan I’m probably not wearing it.”

“Have a seat,” she said shutting the door as he took a seat on the sofa. Her cottage was smaller than his, with a loft space for sleeping but he loved it. It was cozy, smelled like pumpkin candles, and her.

Iggy rubbed his palms over his thick thighs, wondering how in the hell he could get so nervous about a woman. He’d been with women before. So why was he nervous?

“Because she matters,” he whispered to himself.

“I’m glad I matter,” said Olive standing at the bottom of the steps to the loft. She was wearing a black lace teddy and thong, the sky-high black heels making her legs look a mile long. Her hair was pulled on top of her head, long strands dangling around her face. She was sex on a stick.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. I bought it in six colors. Just in case.” He stood and walked toward her, lifting her in his arms.

“Baby, you could wear a burlap sack and I’d find you sexy. I appreciate this, but you damn sure don’t need it to turn me on.”

“Then take me upstairs handsome. I’d like to see you in less than what you’re wearing.”

“Happily.”

Iggy didn’t rush. He casually removed his boots, then his t-shirt and jeans. She could see the outline of his very stiff, very thick cock and immediately felt herself get wet.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she reached out and touched the scars on his chest. Some were long and jagged, others like fine straight line. There were two starburst and she knew those were bullet wounds.

“Do they still hurt?” she whispered.

“Not much. Sometimes, like now, with the rain,” he said kissing down her neck. “You keep touching them and I won’t give a shit.”

She let out a soft laugh and pulled him back toward the bed with her. His big body covered her own. He ripped the lace from her body, tossing it aside.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he growled.

The way Iggy explored her body was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He was soft and gentle one minute, then commanding and rough the next. She’d never known that a man’s tongue could be more erotic than his penis. And this man knew how to use his tongue.

“Oh! Iggy!” she yelled. He looked up from between her legs and smiled, licking his lips.

“Now you’re ready,” he grinned. Touching the tip of is cock to her entrance he gently pushed forward, knowing she would need to be stretched for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then let them rise up his back, higher and higher.

Every inch gave him the freedom to shove another inch inside her. When he was fully seated, hips thrusting forward, she moaned with excitement, pain, and euphoria. It was a tremendously confusing combination of emotions but she wasn’t about to move.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he suddenly said breathlessly.