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thinking about. Simon didn’t even cross my mind. I was always

one hundred percent yours when I was with you. Sure, I had

fantasies that involved you and Simon in them together, who

wouldn’t? But those were only fantasies, fuelled by Simon’s

eagerness when I showed him a photo of you.”

“I don’t get it,” I sighed and watched as he undid the top

button of his shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier about

Simon? What really hurts is that I thought we might just end up

being boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d started to imagine futures

where you and I would be a we. I really thought we were

exclusive to one another.”

“I know. I’ve got no real excuse or explanation. It never

came up. I never thought to mention it, and really, it’s not

something you can just throw into general chit chat. ‘Oh, by

the way, I have a gay lover who thinks your breasts are

magnificent, fancy a threesome?’ I didn’t know how to broach

the subject, and the way I did it probably wasn’t very clever. I

was just so relaxed with you I wanted you to know everything

about me.”

I’m not that much of a cold, heartless bitch that I wasn’t

moved by that. He’d trusted me enough to tell me the whole

truth and I’d blown up in his face.

“I’m going to just be honest with you, Adam,” I said, and

took a step towards him. “I would like nothing better than to

walk over there right now, to pull you to me, and to kiss you

and just forget this whole business. I’d love to go back to the

way we were, but that isn’t going to happen. I don’t know if I

can live with sharing you. I’ve always been a pretty vanilla

girl. I have the average fantasies of a straight woman. I dream

of meeting a man, falling in love, marrying him, and having

babies. Not at any point have I thought about sharing a man

with someone else. I mean, you were honest with me about

fantasies and I have wondered what it would be like to be with

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two men at the same time, but I always thought that was just

fantasy. Anyway, what I think I am trying to say is that I want

you, but I just don’t know how to deal with this situation.”

“Can’t we just give it a go?” He stood up and took a step

towards me. “All I am sure of from this conversation is we

both want each other, both regret what has happened, and want

to go back to how we were. Can’t we do that and work out the

rest as we go along?”

He was so close to me I could have reached out to touch

him, but I didn’t. I didn’t know what to do.

“I want to do that, I do, but I still don’t know if I can

handle being less than your one and only. We could fuck right

now and love it, but would we just be delaying the inevitable

heartbreak? I don’t want that, Adam, I really don’t.”

He brushed his hand across my cheek and ran it into my

hair, holding my face gently in his hand a moment before he

responded. His response was a kiss. At first I didn’t do

anything. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was a little angry at how

he’d ignored my question. This sweet impact of lips on lips

was exactly what I didn’t want to happen because if I just let

my body feel, my mind would switch off and the issues would

not be settled. Instead of stepping back, pulling away, or

yelling at him, I stood completely still. I froze as my mind

whirled and my body begged and I battled with myself over

what to do next. The low, masculine moan that vibrated

through to me was my undoing. It was as if the vibrations

loosened me and my lips began to respond to the kiss, my arms

wrapped around him instinctively, and my breasts pressed

wantonly against his chest without me even realizing what

they’d done.

Wrapping his arms around, he held me tightly as I had

longed for him to do all week. He pressed himself into me. I

could feel his arousal and sensed his relief. Our twin emotions

twined around us and knit us together. I felt invisible hands

pushing me towards him, keeping me from pulling away, and

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didn’t want to. I wanted Adam and maybe that would be

enough.

His hands worked up under my T-shirt and cupped

beneath my lace covered breasts. He squeezed and gasped, then

broke our kiss for a moment to pull the top up and over my

head. His lips fell back to my neck and the newly exposed

flesh. Fingers scrabbling with the clasp at my back, his lips

trailed over my collarbone and down to the V of my cleavage.

When the clasp gave and his fingers worked to slip away the

straps down my arms, his mouth feasted on each new inch of tit

that was revealed. When he had discarded the bra and was once

again cupping my breasts, naked this time, he lifted my nipples

to his lips to suck and nibble at them.

By that point I was helpless, lost in lust. A little corner of

my mind felt uneasy, knowing that the issue had still not really

been resolved, but the rest of me was just ecstatic to be touched

by him again. I had missed him so very much. His ever-busy

fingers now pulled at the button and zip of my jeans. It took

him only a moment to loosen them and seconds more to pull

them down to my knees. He knelt at my feet and pulled off my

boots, then slipped my jeans down my legs.

I felt naked, maybe even more so as I only had on the

flimsiest of knickers. Their tininess emphasized the largeness

of the rest of me and I felt awkward. I was not terribly

confident in my skin and would normally wear a light negligee

that would hide all my bumps and imperfections. The exposure

was uncomfortable, but as he rose to his feet and pulled me

over to the bed with him, my worries melted away.

“Fuck, I have missed you,” Adam said as he pushed me

down to the cold sheets of the undisturbed bed. “You are so

beautiful, I just want to…” But he didn’t finish his sentence, or

if he did it was masked by the sounds of him undressing. I lay

back and watched as the tie was pulled down and thrown away,

and I lazily traced a finger down over my chest as he worked to

open his shirt buttons and pinched at my excited nipples as he

fully exposed his gorgeous chest. His eyes were on me and so

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it took a while for him to unbelt and unfasten his trousers. I

continued my fingers’ trip down my body and as he shook out

of his pants and underwear my fingertips slipped over the lace

of my knickers to the damp area between my thighs. I spread

them as I ran my finger up and down over the material directly

above my clit and moaned. He cursed as he struggled to pull

off his shoes and trousers and still watch me. I no longer felt

self-conscious but reveled in my curves.

As he freed himself from trousers and shoes and stood up

again, my gaze fell upon his very hard cock. It pointed eagerly

up and looked painful. I wanted to soothe it. Adam grasped

himself as I continued to stimulate myself through the slightly

rough texture of my knickers. His hand travel up and down his

length and a bolt of voyeuristic pleasure shot down from my

eyes, straight through to my eager clitoris. I had to lose the

material that kept my fingers from the softness of my intimate

folds. I quickly hooked my fingers in the top on my knickers

and pushed down, giving up once they were down towards my

knees and spreading my thighs again. His moan lifted my gaze

to his face, which was lost in lust.

I reveled in the power of my body. I had him hypnotized

and controlled him through his lust. I was like a queen and

knew I could bend him to my every sexual whim. I skimmed

my finger up my inner thigh and back to the wet juncture

through the sparse curls of pubic hair to the softly giving lips

and finally onto the raised bump that gave me so much

pleasure.

I groaned and rubbed, watching him stroking up and down

his cock. The head squeezing out, then popping back behind

the foreskin before sliding out once more. I wanted to taste the

shiny juices on his tip. I wanted to feel the weight of his cock

between my pussy lips. I just wanted him between my thighs.

As I imagined him wanking his cock between my lips, the

movement of his hand stimulating me, my eyes closed and I

gasped as I felt the material between my knees loosen and fall

away to my ankles and off past my toes. My eyes flew open as

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hands roughly pushed my knees apart and I looked down to see

his shoulders between my thighs, his face pressed close to my

cunt. His tongue snaked out and licked at the finger I still had

pressed to my clit. I felt it lap around me and continued to rub

at myself as the searching tongue plunged inside of me hunting

down my juices noisily.

“Fuck,” I gasped and felt his nose nudge at my finger. I

moved it away and almost instantly his lips were around my

clit, sucking the ecstasy from my body, making my tremble and

quake as explosions of lust made me cry out for more. He

eagerly gave me more. I was so dizzy with pleasure that I

couldn’t work out where his mouth ended and my cunt began.

It melded into one as his tongue lapped and his lips sucked and

kissed and his breath caressed me. I came. I screamed his name

as I bucked against his face and his hands squeezed my thighs

as he drank from me. He drained me of every drop of juice,

sucking each lip and delving between my buttocks to retrieve

the last drips of my ecstasy.

I buzzed all over, my skin was tight and tingly and my

nipples were so hard they ached. I had come so hard, but I

wanted more. I needed his cock and before I could voice my

need he climbed to his knees between my thighs, pressing his

cock to my entrance. I spread my thighs wide for him as he

watched his cock disappear between my lips. He cradled my

thighs in his strong hands as he thrust. He was slow at first, his

gaze focused on my cunt and the obscene glory of his body

pressing into mine.

“Amazing,” he murmured as he pushed his hardness into

my giving body. I moaned. I couldn’t hold it in. It was so sexy

to see him, the man I loved, watch our joining with such awe

and veneration. As my cunt throbbed around him, he left his

cock buried inside of me and dropped my thighs to rest on his

hips. He pressed forward, his strong arms coming down beside

my head, surrounding me. His chest pressed against my slutty

nipples and sent a flood of pleasure down to my cunt from the

impact. His perfect lips pushed against mine, and as I tasted my

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sweet, sticky juices in our kiss, his hips began to undulate, the

rhythm made me whimper and wrap my legs around his back

to pull him deeper into me.

“This,” he panted between kisses, “this I have missed, this

perfection I have longed for. Please don’t leave again, Megan,

please.”

The emotion caught in his throat and my eyes pricked

with tears.

“I won’t,” I gasped. “We’ll work something out. I

promise.”

As if some kind of barrier had been stripped away with

my words, he pressed deeper into me and pulled out in a

longer, more satisfying rhythm. He rocked forward and

backwards, his pubis hitting mine and stimulating my clit so

that at the moment he roared and flooded me with his come I

shuddered with a second electric orgasm that zapped through

me, making me tighten around him. My legs squeezed his hips,

my fingers gripped his upper arms, and my back arched to

press my chest to his. As he relaxed and collapsed onto me, I

wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in his shoulder,

and cried.

“Sorry,” I sniveled.

He gently stroked my back. “It’s all right, love. I

understand. Let it all out. We’ve both had a tough week.”

I sobbed for a few moments more, thankful that Adam

understood. Only then did I start to calm down. There were still

challenges to face, but I had him back in my life and that was

all that mattered.

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