Page 125 of Not That Complicated

He squeezed my bollocks again.

“Seriously, though,” I said. “Ow.”

He eased up. “Shh,” he murmured, and kissed my neck. “Let me take care of you, Ray. I want to take care of you.” His voice was slow and deep, edging toward slurring.

He was about to fall asleep. “Okay, Adam,” I said. “In a minute. I’m not going anywhere.”

He hummed with satisfaction against me. My breath stuttered a little. His large body went lax against mine and he slipped into sleep.

He took me under with him.

I woke some time later—I didn’t know how long, but I had the sense that it was an hour or two—to his soft face and warm eyes over mine. He’d woken me up with butterfly kisses, I realised, when another drifted over my lips.

He must have got up at some point, to clean us both and to turn off the bedside lamps. The lamp on the desk was still on, sending a gentle glow our way.

“Hello,” I said.

He angled his head and kissed me deeper.

I threaded my hands through his hair and held him there. He moved over me and between my thighs. He touched me gently between my cheeks. “Yes?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I said, and hissed when he stroked me there. He’d already found the lubricant, and I glanced down to see that he had a condom on. “Been waiting long?” I said with a smile.

“My whole life,” he replied, and slipped a finger inside.

My neck arched in response and I tightened my grip in his hair.

“God, Ray,” he said. “You’re so responsive.”

Was I? No one had said that before. Maybe it was him, the way he touched me, the way I wanted him. “More,” I said. “Hurry, hurry.”

“No chance,” he said. “I’m going to make you shake for me, and beg, and—”

I gripped his face and tilted it down so he was looking me in the eye. “I will do all of those things for you, I have no doubt many, many times. But need I remind you what happened last time?”

He hid a smile. At least, he tried to.

“Yeah,” I said. “Congratulations. You’re too sexy and I can’t control myself around you. If you want me to come with you inside?” I pinched his arse. “Get in.”

Adam obliged. He went slow but it burned. It must have shown on my face. He slowed down and wouldn’t let me hurry him after that, opening me up on his cock with slow, leisurely thrusts that had me panting blankly at the ceiling.

I tugged and pulled him, trying to get closer. He laughed and held me down, made me take it at his pace, ignoring my swearing until he was seated deep, deep inside.

Then he stretched out over me, giving me all of his weight, his eyes dark and knowing, and began to move. Long, rolling thrusts of his hips. Unrelenting eye contact.

He rocked into me over and over. Now and then he dipped down to slide his tongue into my mouth and let me suck on it, but he always pulled back to watch, like I was something he didn’t want to miss, like seeing me come apart beneath him was something he couldn’t look away from.

I’d never had an orgasm while looking directly into someone’s eyes before. It was overwhelming, and intimate, and the surge of emotion that crashed through me even before the physical pleasure did had moisture gathering at the corners of my eyes.

Adam bent down and kissed it away. “Are you crying?” he asked.

“Pfft. No.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“I know. But I’m not.”

He ran his thumbs over my damp cheeks.

---