Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
IONA
The days have shortened and the nights lengthened, and the first hints of snow now dust the hilltops around our quiet town. Helpfully, Lewis knows exactly how to ignite a fire deep within me, chasing away the Highland chill.
Most of my things remain in Maw’s house, and I nip back there all the time, but I haven’t slept in my own bed for close to a month. Lewis and I have been hard at it, working our way through the sex spreadsheet. We’ve made a lot of progress, but there’s still a way to go. The problem is, he’s very imaginative when it comes to these things, and I’ve read a lot of romance books. As a result, there’s a seemingly endless list of things we’re keen to explore.
“Are you ready?” he says to me now.
I nod, my back to the wall. “Aye. I would ask if you are, but I don’t think I need to.” With a giggle, I glance down at his dick, which is rock hard and raring to go.
Recently I’ve grown accustomed to catching only tantalising glimpses of Lewis under his kilt, something I find incredibly hot. It’s an interesting subversion of our dynamic that night on our Edinburgh trip. Now I’m the one who’s typically completely naked, while his most private parts are often just out of sight.
Tonight, though, we’re both as nature intended, and every inch of his formidable erection is on display for me to admire. For the position we’re about to try, we agreed his kilt would only get in the way.
“I’m really looking forward to this one,” Lewis says, bending to lift me, his eyes ablaze with anticipation, his muscles taut with excitement.
“Stop!” I blurt out.
He does, standing up straight again and raising an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
“Are you sure you’ll be able to support me? Because imagine you tire midway through, drop me, and... well, you know... that snaps.” I point down, and Lewis’s gaze follows my finger. “I love it, and I’d really hate for something to happen to it.”
He shudders, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he processes what I just said. “Thanks for that thought,” he manages finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty attached to my cock too. But you don’t have to worry—I can carry you, no problem.”
“Okay. I suppose, if there is a disaster, we at least have plenty of photos to remember it by.”
He blows out a puff of air. “Jesus, Iona! Could you please cut this chat out? You’re giving me the chills, and you’re worrying over nothing.”
I nod but wordlessly take some moments to study his penis, etching every detail into memory, just in case. It helps that he doesn’t have to cover it with a condom nowadays. When we were younger, I hadn’t yet had the coil fitted, so we always used them. It’s been incredible these past weeks to explore our sexual fantasies without any barrier between our bodies.
“Oi, I know what you’re doing!” Lewis says. “You don’t have to take a mental snapshot of it. It’ll be fine.”
I glance up and bite my lip guiltily. “Sorry!”
“Relax. The only thing happening to my cock tonight is that it’s going to be snug and deep inside you, driving us both wild.” A devilish grin lights up his face.
Heat blooms between my thighs at his words, and I nod. “Aye. Okay, let’s do this. I’m ready.”
My back still to the wall, I clasp my hands behind his neck. He takes a moment to trace the outline of my lips with his thumb, then he gives me a cheeky wink, bends, and—gripping me where my thighs meet my arse—scoops me up. Held aloft by him, I wrap my legs firmly around his waist.
Lewis positions me so that his tip nudges my entrance, then he fixes his gaze on me and wiggles his eyebrows in a silly way that makes me chuckle. Slowly he lowers me onto him, guiding my descent with tender care, and my laugh becomes a gasp as he fills me, inch by inch. There’s a delicious pressure as my inner walls accommodate him, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I cling tighter around his neck, my breath hitching.
He watches me with fascination and is careful to ensure I take in all of him until there’s no space left unclaimed between us.
“Mmm, your pussy always grips me just right. Does it feel good for you?”
“So good.”
I clench my inner muscles to squeeze him even tighter. His eyes widen and he groans, the sound vibrating through both our bodies.
“Bloody hell,” he says. “I love being inside you so much. All right, let’s move away from the wall...”
Carefully he steps back a few paces, his body now taking my full weight.
“There we go! Freestanding. Not bad, eh?”
His ability to effortlessly carry me this way makes me feel secure and excited all at once.
“Lewis, I love you,” I say earnestly. “I really, really love you.”
It’s not the first time I’ve made this declaration in recent weeks. After fully forgiving Lewis and making peace with our past, the floodgates opened and love poured back into my life faster than I could ever have imagined.
“And I love you, Iona. You’re utterly perfect in every single way.”
Lewis lowers his head to capture my lips in a kiss. It’s both tender and passionate, filled with promises of forever.
“Are you ready for me to start moving?” he murmurs between kisses.
“More than ready.”
Lewis starts slowly, thrusting his hips with a gentle rhythm that quickly builds in intensity. I watch as his expression shifts—his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching. I know the look well. His passion is consuming him. This transformation from kind, loving man to primal lover is one that never fails to send shivers of excitement down my spine.
In this position—suspended congress—he rules our movements completely, which is just how he likes it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way either. His pace quickens, and he begins to move me on him, lifting me then pulling me back down in perfect sync with each of his upward thrusts. Our gasps and moans fill the room, a symphony of raw passion.
“Oh God, yes!” I exclaim. “Don’t stop! Just like that!”
The pressure builds inside me, spiralling higher and higher until I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm crashes over me.
“Yes, that’s it! Come for me, Iona!” Lewis commands.
He lasts another few thrusts before emptying himself into me, the sensation triggering another ripple of pleasure that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch. Lewis takes a moment to catch his breath and then devours my moans with eager kisses.
Soon after, we lie beside one another on his bed, Lewis with his head resting on my breasts. He’s always liked relaxing like this afterwards, while I’ve always been fascinated by the contrast between his intensity when he’s in the throes of passion and his gentleness after he’s sated.
“Well? Your rating for the spreadsheet?” I prompt.
“Hmm . . . a ten.”
“Aw, c’mon, Lewis!” I tease, running my fingers through his hair. “You can’t give them all a ten. I need a bit more discernment from you. What’s the point of rating them if you give them all the same score?”
“I’ve come every time, haven’t I? Sex with you is always amazing. When I’m inside you, I’m happy—I don’t know what else to say. What would you rate that one?”
“Well... okay, I’m going to give that one a ten too because it was phenomenal. But unlike you, I have given a few of the things we’ve tried a lower rating.”
“But . . . never a score below nine, eh?”
“Well, no, but—ugh! You’re right. Everything always feels so good.”
These last few weeks haven’t just been about the sex, of course—although that has been great. Lewis and I have been continuing to catch up, and now that we’ve rekindled our truly special friendship, Bannock properly feels like home again. As time goes on, I wouldn’t be surprised if those six years when we barely talked to one another start to feel pretty irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. For the first twenty-one years of our lives, we were best friends, and I’m confident that’s how we’ll be for the rest of them.
“You know,” I say, “I’d ideally like to tick something else off the spreadsheet tonight. Will you be good to go again soon?”
“Bloody hell!” He laughs. “I’m absolutely loving this, but these last few weeks... there’s been no recovery time. We’ve been at it like rabbits.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t have it any other way. But... why don’t we watch an episode of something before getting back to it?”
I sigh. “Okay, fine. But I’m not watching some hour-long programme—put on something short. I want you again soon, Lewis.”
He sits up, gives me a sweet kiss, then winks. “Understood.”