Page 21 of Conquer

Eight

Sam

I wasawake as the sun rose the next morning, shocked but also happy that Adrian was here.

It was an interesting experience, having a man in my bed, but I was happy.

I shifted, enjoying the slight discomfort of the stretch, knowing that it was nothing in the face of the sheer joy and pleasure that had come with that encounter.

Then I sighed when he began to touch me.

This was all unfamiliar to me, but I couldn’t imagine that anyone else’s touch would feel the way his did—intense, but also soft, almost reverent.

It made me feel desired and cared for, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“And you are too,” I responded, pressing my thigh against his hardness.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me, but I shifted my head.

It was hard, but common sense got the better of me.

It been totally absent last night, but here in the morning there were consequences to deal with

“Adrian, I…” I said.

I didn’t know how to broach this and was somewhat surprised I had even managed. I’d long ago scripted it out, knew that if and when I was ready to take this step, I would discuss it with my partner beforehand and have all the appropriate protections in place.

But when I had kissed Adrian last night, my plan had flown out the window, and I had to deal with the repercussions of that now.

“It’s okay, Sam,” he said, and I could see he knew the direction of my thoughts.

“Really? You’re gonna tell me that you always use condoms. That this has never happened with anyone else,” I said, hating how skeptical I sounded, but knowing there was no other alternative.

“Yes,” he said. “This has never happened. But no, I don’t always use condoms.”

I looked at him, eyes wide with shock. I guess it wasn’t a surprise, but to hear him so it so casually…

“What?” I said, gaping, hoping I’d misunderstood, knowing I hadn’t.

“I don’t always use condoms. I’ve never used condoms, actually, because I’ve never been with anyone else,” he said.

“What?” I repeated.

“There was no one before you,” he said.

I looked at him, not sure whether I should laugh or recoil in horror.

“Adrian, I may be inexperienced but I’m not stupid,” I said.

“Of course you’re not. Wait,” he said, narrowing his eyes on me, “you don’t believe me.”

“No, I don’t,” I responded.

“Why not?” he asked, look confused, though he couldn’t be nearly as confused as I was.

“Because…” I said, gesturing toward him. “You’re…”

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