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Like I said, physical touch was a big hurdle for us, and this was Iver’s way of easing me into it at first. He offered me his hands, letting me bring them to my own body, keeping full control over how and where he touched me. I don’t shy away from his touch anymore, but I love that he keeps approaching things this way, reminding me that he won’t push further without my consent. Reminding me that he’ll never take my control away unless I willingly give it.
Iver’s hands close around my hips, flexing their grip as he edges closer to brush his lips against mine. I lean into his kiss, parting my lips to deepen it as sparks explode over my skin. As sweet and patient as Iver is, his kisses are downright filthy. My knees wobble beneath me, and his grip tightens on my hips as he lifts me up, bringing me over to the sinks and setting me on the edge of the counter. Dragging my lower lip between his teeth hungrily, he breaks the kiss to rock back and give me a scorching once-over as he slides the hem of my dress up my thighs.
“Fuck, you look so gorgeous tonight, Chey,” he murmurs, leaning in again to kiss his way up my neck.
I tilt my head back to give him better access, scraping my fingernails down the front of his thin button-up shirt to trace the defined muscles concealed beneath the fabric. “I need you insideme,” I pant, opting to be direct since we don’t have much time here. Javi and Lo have undoubtedly already noticed our joint absence, and the longer we’re away, the more sordid conclusions they’ll draw.
Iver pulls back with a pained groan, eyes half-lidded as they drop down my body once more. “Let me taste you first,” he rasps, hands pushing my dress up to bunch around my hips.
Well shit, I’m not about to say no to that.I give him a devilish smirk, tipping my head in a nod of consent, and a heartbeat later my man’s on his knees for me, sliding my panties down my legs, parting my thighs, and diving in face-first.
I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips when his tongue laps against my center, my body jerking and my head falling back against the mirror. “Oh shit,” I gasp, thighs clamping around his ears.
Iver chuckles against my pussy, the vibration of which elicits another wanton moan. Then he gently peels my thighs away from his face, spreading them further to give himself better access to feast on me.
My heart pounds, breath coming out in short gasps as he licks and sucks my clit until I’m hanging dangerously close to the precipice of release. He doesn’t send me hurtling over it, though. Instead, he rocks back on his heels with glistening lips, then pushes up to his feet, lowers his zipper, and frees his massive cock.
My pulse races faster at the sight of it, pussy clenching in anticipation. He steps in to position himself between my thighs, grabbing me by the ass and sliding me closer to the edge of the counter. “You’re a fucking goddess, Cheyenne,” Iver murmurs as the tip of his cock nudges my entrance, and I clutch on tight to his shoulders as he punches his hips forward, sliding home.
“Oh fuck!Iver!” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him in even deeper.
He groans in pleasure, taking a second to let me adjust before rocking out halfway and pushing inside again. “Damnit, Chey, your pussy’s too fucking good,” he growls, pumping his hips and picking up the rhythm of his thrusts, stretching and filling me deliciously. “Think I’m addicted.”
“Harder,” I demand, and I’m immediately rewarded with a powerful thrust that steals my breath as he gives me exactly what I want. Sliding a hand to my nape, he brings my face close to his, claiming my mouth in a fiercely possessive kiss as he continues hammering into me at a wicked pace.
Who would’ve thought I’d go from being terrified of intimacy to getting nailed on the bathroom counter in a packed restaurant?
I can’t even control the delirious cries of pleasure that slip free as Iver fucks me hard and fast, the coil in my belly winding tighter with every snap of his hips. When he snakes a hand between our bodies to pinch my clit, I go off like a firecracker, stars exploding behind my eyes as my climax overtakes my body. Iver’s right there with me, shoving in hard and grunting as he comes deep inside my quivering pussy.
His arms wrap around my body, holding me tight to him as we both fight to catch our breath. Then he slowly slides out, pressing a long kiss to my lips before tugging some paper towels from the dispenser and gently cleaning between my legs.
“You alright, baby?” he asks, sliding a finger beneath my chin and tipping my head up until I meet his eyes.
“Yeah,” I breathe, nodding as my lips curve into a smile. I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead against his. “I’m better than alright. Thank you, Iver.”
“Shit, I should be thankingyou,” he chuckles, smacking another kiss on my lips. “You’re fucking amazing, Chey. I’m so goddamn lucky.”
Warmth blooms in my chest as I tip my chin up to steal another kiss, knowing I’m the lucky one here. For years, I’ve cursed fate, but now…yeah, me and fate are on solid terms again.
“Should we get back out there?” Iver asks, tipping his head toward the door.
I heave a resigned sigh in response, sliding down off the counter and stooping to tug my panties up my legs. “Guess so. They’re probably wondering where we are.” I smooth my dress down my hips, spinning around to check my reflection in the mirror. My lipstick is smudged, so I lean over to correct it, Iver helping himself to a handful of my ass cheek.
My gaze lifts to meet his in the mirror, and the way he’s looking at me makes my heart skip a beat.
Fuck, thisman.
He cleans up and tucks himself back into his pants, then the two of us exit the restroom, his hand landing on the small of my back to guide me back to our table. It feels like everyone in the restaurant is looking at us as we make our way through. I lift a hand to smooth my hair, my cheeks heating with an embarrassed flush as we weave through the tables to return to our own.
The appetizers have arrived in our absence, arranged in the center of the table with a stack of small plates. I keep my eyes down as Iver pulls out my chair for me, adjusting my skirt as I sink into it.
“Oh good, the food’s here,” Iver remarks casually, retaking his seat beside me and picking up his napkin, fanning it out over his lap.
I glance up to find that Lo is red-faced, staring her brother down, while Javi hides his smirk behind his wine glass and slips me a wink.
Okay, so maybe we weren’tquiteas subtle as I thought we were.
Iver reaches in to grab a couple of appetizer plates, loading them up with calamari and bruschetta and setting one in front of me. Then he finally reads the freaking room, meeting his sister’s eyes and arching a brow. “What?”
