If Only You (Bergman Brothers, #6)(102)

He nods as I come close. “I like it,” he says.

I bring two fingers to his mouth this time, and he sucks, holding my eyes as he rolls his hips into me. I reach around him, thoroughly enjoying the gift of long limbs as we tangle together and move, smiling and kissing, sighing, broken by laughs and gasps of pleasure. I rub him, right behind where he’s hard and drawn up tight, then further back, his legs shaking as he moves with me.

“Ziggy,” he breathes. “I’m not gonna last.”

I kiss him. “I don’t want you to.”

“Rude,” he whispers.

I snort a laugh, but then my laugh becomes a groan as he grips my hip and rocks deeper into me, hard and quick. “Come with me,” he begs. “Please, Ziggy. I need you.”

My eyes start to drift shut, but I force them open to look at him, as he moves faster, eyes locked on mine. “Ziggy.”

“Sebastian.” I breathe his name as his hips falter, as he presses me against the sofa and kisses me frantically. His mouth falls open into our kiss, as he spills into me, as he presses himself deep inside me again, then again. On another faltering, fading stroke, I finally go over with him, too, loud and aching, curled into him as it racks me.

He moves into me still, slower, gentling. Panting, I pull him close and slide onto my back beneath him. Sebastian gives me his weight, heavy and hot, and drops his face into my neck, his warm breath fanning across my skin.

His chest heaves. Mine does, too. He clumsily props himself up on one elbow and brings his fingers to my tangled hair, smoothing it back from my face. Then, sweetly, he bends his head and kisses me. “You…that…so very good.” He sighs and groans as he shuts his eyes. “What are words? I used to have them.”

“I have a few.” I smile and nuzzle his nose. “I love you.”

“I’ve got those, too,” he says quietly, as he opens his eyes again and looks at me, right to the heart of me, fingers gliding through my hair. “I love you, Sigrid. So much.”

“Not ‘too much’?”

He grins and nuzzles my nose, too. “No such thing.”





32





SEBASTIAN





Playlist: “Share Your Address,” Ben Platt





“Sebastian,” Ziggy groans, face smooshed into a couch pillow. She reaches for another pillow we stole from the couch and whacks me with it. “Down, boy.”

I kiss my way across her back, freckle after freckle, smiling against her skin. “Sigrid. I let you sleep three hours.”

She groans again, turning over, then stretching. Her frown up at me is adorable. I kiss the pillow wrinkle in her cheek and a freckle on her nose that I missed on my last pass.

“You’re cute when you’re pissed.”

“You won’t say that when you’re dead,” she mutters, rolling onto her side. I kiss her shoulder, her waist, her ass.

Her beautiful, round ass. I squeeze and bite it gently.

Ziggy yelps, then glances over her shoulder, eyes wide. A heated smile lifts her face. “What are you doing?”

“Savoring you. I have a lot of time to make up for, Sigrid. You have to understand.”

Her smile deepens as she flops onto her back and opens her arms. I crawl over her and kiss her, slow and deep. My cock rubs against her, and I groan, breathing out slowly. “I can let you sleep more if you really want.”

She lifts her eyebrows. “He says, after he wakes me up.”

“Progress, not perfection, Sigrid. I’m a man on a journey of growth. Have patience with me.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, I am.”

Her laugh fades but her smile doesn’t. I stare down at her, beautiful fiery hair bright as the flames beside us, their light dancing across her skin, the only light left in this day as night wraps around us.

Ziggy stretches out on the blankets and pillows we tossed in front of the fire, then brings her hands to my face. Slowly, she scrapes her fingers through my hair. And then she sits up, legs tangled with mine, and kisses me. Her eyes search mine, her smile deepening.

And then she shoves me onto my back.

I stare up at her as she swings one leg over my torso, then settles down, straddling me right over my aching cock. Air rushes out of me and my hips shift reflexively beneath her. “Sebastian,” she says sternly, arching an eyebrow. “Be a good boy.”

I grin and pointedly shift my hips beneath her.

“Naughty,” she mutters, leaning over me and pinning my wrists above my head to the floor. It puts her breasts right at my face. I kiss them, one soft, loving suck at each of her nipples. She bites her lip and rubs herself against my length. I chase the friction, the dizzying pleasure of it, moving my hips so my cock wedges in tight against her. She gasps against our kiss.

“Am I in trouble now?”

“Ooh, yes.” She clutches my jaw, kissing me hard and deep, a tiny tug of my lip between her teeth that makes air rush out of me.

Ziggy’s hand trails down my throat, feeling the sound as it rumbles beneath her touch. Gently, she squeezes, making me throw my head back. I grip her hips. “Please, Ziggy.”

She squeezes harder, bringing me dangerously close to going off with just a few rubs over me, which, given how a few rounds earlier went, isn’t unprecedented, and I’m not ashamed about. My girlfriend’s very good at whatever she sets her mind to, and she’s certainly set her mind to this.