Paul stepped into the circle of Adam’s arms, his breath catching in his throat when Adam cupped Paul’s head and tilted his face up to bring their mouths together in a lingering kiss. Paul closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Adam’s lips on his, soft and warm.
Thisis what I want. Not the scenes. Not floggers and whips and pain, but Adam’s lips on mine. His arms around me. Him inside me. Me inside him.
Himlovingme.
Just thinking of it made his heart ache.
“I should think about making dinner,” Paul murmured against Adam’s chest.
“Not tonight. I’ve already taken care of dinner.” He pulled back, his eyes wide, and Adam laughed once more. “And before you get too excited, or carried away with visions of me chopping off my finger instead of a piece of cucumber, I called Masala Bay. Our takeaway will be here in about forty minutes.”
Paul laughed too. “Then I’d better go up and wait for them at the gate.”
Adam gave him another kiss. “We’ll both walk up there. Although I recommend putting on some clothing first. We don’t want to scare our neighbours.”
Paul loved the feel of the conversation. It was domestic, light…
Intimate.
And a world away from what had taken place a few hours ago.
Paul lay on his front on Adam’s bed, while Adam slid cool, soothing fingers over his shoulders, back, and arse.
“That feels nice,” he murmured, half asleep.
“It’s supposed to.”
He turned his head to the side. “Tell me what else you’ve experienced.”
There was a pause. “I don’t understand the question.”
“You said you’ve been on the receiving end. Of what?”
Adam let out a wry chuckle. “How long have you got? Okay, let’s see. I’ve had hot wax dripped onto my nipples, cock, and balls. I’ve worn a cock cage, a vibrating butt plug, nipple clamps, a ball gag… I’ve been fucked in a sling, strung up on a St. Andrew’s Cross, taken a guy’s hand…”
Paul froze. “You’ve been fisted?” He’d watched such scenes online.
Another chuckle. “Oh yes. And here’s what willreallyblow your mind. I’ve done it more than once. Having said that, I didn’t take a full hand the first time. It took a few sessions, lots of talking, relaxing, breathing, before we got to the main act.”
“You liked it?”
Adam smiled. “One of the hottest acts I’ve ever experienced. It’s not for everyone, but…” He shivered. “You know you said the flogging was intense?” Paul managed a nod. “Well, I feel the same way about fisting—from both sides of the equation.” His fingers found Paul’s cheek. “Why don’t you sleep curled around me tonight?”
Paul smiled. “I’d like that.”
He rolled onto his side, his chest against Adam’s broad back, his arm around Adam’s waist. Paul breathed him in, the smell of shampoo, soap, and Adam filling his nostrils.
I feel… safe.
Chapter Forty
Paul went down the stairs,conscious of the hour. Adam had obviously let him sleep in. The aroma of coffee filled the air, making him smile. It was good to have Adam doing more around the house, even if ultimately it would put him out of a job.
What does he need a full-time companion for, or even an assistant?Adam was revelling in his increasing independence, not that Paul would wish to deny him that.
“Good morning.” Adam was in the kitchen, making toast.
Paul returned his greeting. “How long have you been awake?”
