Adam’s tongue caressed mine as he gave himself to the kiss. His hips were doing a job on my poor rock-hard dick.
“Hmm, Adam…”
“I missed you,” he said into my lips, giving me no opportunity to mirror the words. I’d have to show him instead.
Releasing his hands, I flipped us until I was the one on top.
“Do you know what the time is, Adam?” I asked as he chased my lips.
“Don’t care.”
I chuckled.
“I’ll tell you then. It’s time for you to decide whether you’re going back to work or staying in bed another day.”
He groaned. “I can’t stay home another day. I’ll go mad.”
“Besides, you’ve already gone through all the episodes ofGolden Girls.”
“Yup.”
“Okay, let’s go shower then because I have a couple of meetings today.”
I laughed when he pouted. “But, River…” He canted his hips against mine like I couldn’t already feel his erection.
“Yes, Adam?” I stood up from the bed, and he followed me as I walked backward out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
“Can I give you a hand job?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Blowjob?”
I shook my head again and then turned the water on. When it was at the correct temperature, I pulled him inside with me. His eyes shone like two blue marbles as I caged him against the wall.
“I’m going to suck you until you come because you’ve been such a good patient, and then you’re going to take my dick in your hand and stroke it until I paint your body with my cum.”
“Fuck—”
“I’m not done. And when we’re both nice and clean, I’m going to make you breakfast. You’re going to eat all of it because while you think you’re well enough to go to work, I know you’ll probably try to catch up with everything in one day, and you’ll forget to eat.”
He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. “I’m not sure which of those things is making my dick harder.”
I went down on my knees and sucked his dick until he spilled down my throat.
The time it took him to recover from his orgasm was a testament to how he still wasn’t fully recovered, so even though he did stroke me until I came all over him, I was glad he’d agreed to stay home long enough to have breakfast.
“Hey,” he said as I opened the front door when we were both leaving for work. “Thank you for looking after me.”
“You already thanked me in the shower.” I winked.
“You know what I mean.”
I pulled him by the front of his coat until he was close enough for me to circle my arms around his waist. I caressed his cheek and said, “I’m closing for the next couple of nights.”
He nodded.
“Will you be in my bed when I come home?”
