I only had to move just a little to take him inside and his hiss of satisfaction echoed my own. He moved slowly, withdrawing with almost lazy intent, taking his time with each new thrust inward, making me feel every inch of him. He kept one arm around my waist, holding me against him to stop me from moving too quickly, from speeding up the pace with my typical impatience.
All I could do was gasp repeatedly to try to get air into my lungs. There didn't seem to be any room left in my body for oxygen, for anything but Adam and the constant push and pull of him within me.
My first orgasm was a jumble of light and sensation, a sharp pulse of pleasure that made me cry out. Adam was whispering encouragement in my ear, a steady stream of words I couldn't understand but wanted to hear anyway. The second time I came, Adam matched me seconds later, his own contractions the mirror of my own.
Satisfied and still only half-awake, I turned my head to kiss him. I could feel him smile against my lips as I stretched and purred contentedly.
"Go back to sleep, Lilly" Adam prompted. He tucked me more firmly against the warmth of his body and smiling, I did as I was told.
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I woke up to find Adam propped up on his elbow staring down at me with a grin on his face. I smiled back and we just stared at each other for a while, not needing words for a time.
"Okay, you look like a woman with something to say," Adam teased as he brushed my hair out of my eyes. "You might as well say it then, it'll just eat at you until you do."
I laughed. "You've got the measure of me this early on, huh?"
"Damn right," Adam retorted, his grin wide. "You just always need to know 'why', always need to have your say."
"Pretty much," I conceded with a shrug.
"So say it," he prompted, giving my nipple a pinch. I pushed my hip against him, laughing.
"It's just, all my life I've had to put names to things, label them, quantify them, put them in neat little rows, alphabetical order if you like," I paused and looked up at him. Adam's green eyes were solemn, but he smiled softly and kissed my shoulder in encouragement. "But you and me, I don't think we can fit ourselves into a neat and tidy definition, not yet, not now."
I stopped and Adam took up the cue. "I don't think so either, Lilly. I guess that's mostly my fault too. If I'd known that someday I'd meet you, maybe I would have done things differently in the past. It's going to follow me everywhere, always will. I like to pretend I could escape what I've done, but you know I can't. When people here find out, it might not be pleasant and it certainly won't be easy. Me, I have to deal with that; I always will. But you have a choice, Lil."
I closed my eyes, but not before a tear slipped past my lashes. I turned my cheek to my pillow so Adam wouldn't see.
"I'm not going to do the story," I whispered.
Adam froze in the act of brushing my hair from my shoulder. I don't think that was what he'd been expecting to hear. "What are you going to tell your boss?"
I thought for a moment. "I don't really know," I confessed. "I guess I tell him I think it's wrong, snooping into people's lives like that. It's none of my business, none of his either for that matter."
"What will he do?"
I laughed dryly. "Knowing Sterling, he'll probably relegate me to the social column, writing about silver anniversaries and retirement parties."
"And that's?"
"And that's okay." I filled in, and as I said the words, I realized they were true.
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