Everything for You (Bergman Brothers #5)(96)

He nods, kissing my temple, my cheek, my mouth.

“How about you lie back?” I tell him between kisses. “Is that comfortable for you?”

He pauses, searches my eyes as he swallows roughly. “Yeah. You don’t mind that?”

“Mind that?” I whisper against our kiss before a laugh jumps out of me. “Oh, damn, I’m gonna have to pin you down and take your amazing cock while I look into your eyes. Poor me.”

He laughs, rusty and warm. It makes goose bumps dance over my skin. When he smiles at me, I see what I hoped to: relief, and deep, desperate desire.

Easing onto his back, Gavin holds my eyes. I straddle his waist, touch his chest, his hips, as he warms lube in his hand, then glides his fingers between my legs and touches me where I need him to, breaches that tight, aching space that’s still relaxed, warm from the shower, from his touch and his tongue, taking each new finger until he’s found that spot inside my body that makes my back arch, my breath hitch in my throat.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

Gavin’s smile is cocky, handsome, as he sets the condom in his teeth and tears it open, spits the wrapper’s edge away.

“Could you look any more self-satisfied?” I ask him.

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Let me enjoy myself. I’ve waited a long time to see you this desperate.”

“Shut up and do me dirty, Hayes.”

He laughs hard as he rolls on the condom, then coats it with lube, too. Lifting up, I position him beneath me, my breathing shaky as I guide him inside me, the blunt, thick tip of him easing in just a little, before I stop and let my body adjust.

My eyes roll back as he glides his hand along my thigh, my stomach; as he mutters naughty, toe-curling praise when I sink down on him and each patient nudge of his hips seats him deeper inside me.

“Oh, God,” I groan.

“What have I told you?” he growls. “God’s not here giving you this cock. Tell me who is.”

“You,” I tell him hoarsely, bracing my hands on the bed as I lean forward and move, guided by the bliss of his body inside mine, already stroking my prostate.

“Fuck,” he grits out.

I clasp his hands and pin them against the mattress, lacing our fingers together. “Feel okay?”

He nods, fast, jerky, eyes hazy as he watches me move over him. A soft smile tips his mouth.

Minutes spill into minutes; time reduced to simply this—quiet words, patient touch, learning each other this new way. I have never felt so loved, so safe.

“Come here,” he pleads, and I do, leaning in until I’m braced over him, sighing as our chests meet.

His hands roam my body and a groan of relief rumbles in his throat. His eyes search mine, and I smile at him, nuzzling his nose.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I slip my fingers through his hair, drift my fingertip over the shell of his ear. “I know. I love you, too.”

He lifts his head, kissing me, slow, luxuriously, his tongue gliding with mine. I gasp, working my hips against him, chasing such intense pleasure I can barely hold my eyes open. Gavin’s right there with me.

“Oliver.” My name is an ache, an absolution, tearing out of him.

I pause as I peer down at him and cup his face. “Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” he growls. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He grips my ass, moving me, showing me what he wants until I take over. With each roll of my hips, his cock works that spot, the one he found so expertly in the shower and just as brilliantly as soon as we were in bed, too.

It’s a white-hot wave building inside me, until it’s seismic pleasure cascading through my limbs, my legs, my ass, my chest, everywhere his body moves with mine. I swear under my breath, kiss him with total abandon. Gavin’s breathing is jagged and fast, broken heaves of air, wicked, foul-mouthed praise for how good I feel, how perfect I am, how perfect this is.

I’m loud, panting, as my hips turn frantic, Gavin’s arms around me tight. He crushes our mouths together and I grind down on him, rubbing that spot mercilessly, chasing a deep, gnawing ache.

I bury my face in his neck, not even knowing what to do with this, how intense it is, how it’s seizing my body in shaking need.

“Look at me, Oliver. Please, love.”

I force my eyes open as it happens, the first crest of my release that rips through me, all of me that’s wrapped tight around him, in every inch of my cock rubbing against him as it swells and spills, wet and hot between our bodies.

I gasp his name, shout it as I come and come.

Clutching my hand so tight my knuckles ache, he kisses me wildly, tongue and teeth. His eyes find mine, hold them as his mouth parts, as his hips jerk, as he pulses inside me and groans my name.

A shudder runs through him as he buries his face in my neck and gasps, holding me so tight, I can barely breathe. And I love it. I love him. I love this moment that I already know I’ll always remember—the world collapsed to soft sunlight and ragged breaths, cool sheets and hot, sweat-soaked skin.

And love. So much love.

Gently, Gavin cups my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Goddamn.”

With a soft kiss, I earn his groan, his hard-won smile. “I love you, too, sötis.”

“Oliver,” he whispers against my neck, before pressing a kiss to my skin.