Page 46 of Storm Bound
The weight of my body settled as did Adam’s when I pulled away now that we’d both let go and were swimming in the aftermath of our combined orgasm.
I lay down next to him and we hugged, staring into each other’s eyes, then I was kissing his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes. Drinking him in and savoring this moment of complete acceptance between us.
I’d never felt that way before. Definitely not with anyone I’d been with sexually or romantically. There was always something they weren’t okay with. Whether it was my stoma, the way I walked, or my dominant side, or my geekiness, I’d never been fully accepted.
But now, here I was. Not only accepted but feeling every part of me was cherished.
With him.
I could get used to this.
Fourteen
Adam
The tropical storm came and went, and with Charlie by my side, I barely felt its presence.
And even after it was gone, we kept busy. If it wasn’t fucking, it was sucking, or if it wasn’t sucking, it was hugging and kissing and aftercare. When we finally pulled away from each other, it was a few hours later, and we were starving.
As expected, the electricity had died with the hurricane, so first things first, we powered up the generator and checked the house for any damage.
There was only one broken window in the upstairs bathroom, but the damage was minimal and easily fixable.
Charlie went through my fridge and pantry and found the ingredients to make pancakes, and once they were ready, he served them up with heaps of chocolate, and strawberries.
“Pancakes for dinner,” I said, taking the plate and balancing it on my legs.
I’d turned my tablet to one of my downloaded Cursed Hearts episodes and let it offer some ambiance around us.
“What can I say? I like spoiling my boy,” he replied and kissed me on the forehead.
He paused when he pulled away and looked at me.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” he said and bit his lip.
“What are you talking about?” I asked him.
“Roleplaying.”
“Okay…” I still wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
“I just…” He sighed. “I like roleplaying at home, but I know some only like it during sex. So I was just apologizing because I got carried away.”
Well, that was silly of him to assume I didn’t enjoy that, too. But instead of telling him, I decided to show him.
“Will my master feed me? I’m afraid I’m still weak from all the fucking.” I raised my fork in the air and offered it to Charlie.
He looked confused, but only for a second before he caught on and grabbed the fork from my hands.
“Of course, my boy.”
He sat down next to me and cut down a piece then raised it in front of my mouth.
I opened wide and tasted the perfection he’d cooked for me. My eyes rolled back as the sweetness of the chocolate and tanginess of the strawberries hit the roof of my mouth, making me salivate.
“Do you like it, my boy?” he asked, and I nodded.
He cut another piece, only this time, when he fed it to me, I purposefully let the bite land on my face before swallowing it. I did the same until he fed me all of it and I had chocolate all around my mouth, my cheeks, and nose.
