Page 30 of A Really Gay Book
I was just shy of angels singing hosannas when he released me from his mouth.
“Say, my name, Apple.” Adam panted as he held me in place, taunting me, keeping me just far enough away that I could feel his hot breath on my dick. “Beg me for it.”
“Christ on a pogo stick, Adam, please just let me come,” I cried as loudly as my ragged breathing would allow.
Adam gave a sadistic laugh and swallowed me all the way down like he’d been trained for it.
“Fuck!” I came so hard and fast that there was no way to warn him, but he swallowed like a champ. Like I was ice cream. Like I was magic.
He shifted around until we were eye-to-eye, then took both my hands in his and kissed every square inch of them. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time, and there was nothing but blind devotion in them.
Once my brain came online and Adam set me free, I made sure to return the glorious favor he’d done for my dick.
When he licked his own cum off my cheek, I knew I was so far gone on my husband that there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d ever be free.
And that was perfectly fine by me.
After an hour of sleepy snuggles and a boatload of cajoling, promises, and begging, I was able to convince Adam to revisit the amazing fortitude of my majestic asshole.
He was properly awestruck.
We got next to no sleep that night.
* * *
“Your room looks amazing, by the way,” I said the next morning as I showed Adam my best octopus skills. I kicked ass at rock climbing, and the skill translated to Adam climbing with ease.
“Thank you. I decorated it myself.”
Adam washed my back while I clung to him in the shower. It was a bit slippery, but I was awesome, so I was able to stay right where I belonged, wrapped around Adam like a shield from anything the world wanted to throw at him.
Hey, if you had a husband like this, you’d be just as worried about keeping him safe as me, okay? Rubbing up against all those slick, soapy muscles was merely a perk of the job.
“Youdid it? How did you manage to make it so stylish while only using soft furniture and no corners?”
Adam gave a soft chuckle and began to shampoo my hair, scratching my scalp lightly with his fingers as he went. He used the perfect amount of pressure. “I’ve had a lot of practice buying furniture.”
There was a loud pounding on the door, and it popped open to reveal an anxious-looking Vix staring at us through the clear glass shower door.
“Close the fucking door!” Adam shouted and shifted to block me from view. I wiggled and tried to get free to grab a towel because I didn’t want Vix staring at my husband’s ass, but Adam wouldn’t let me go.
“Close your eyes, Vix,” I called. “Or you won’t get to keep them. Last night I got filled out like an application, so you’ve caught me in a good mood, and I’ll let it go this one time. But from now on, Adam’s body is off limits to everyone but me, copy?”
Vix squeaked and said, “Copy,” while slamming the door closed as fast as humanly possible. After a few seconds, he called through the door, “There’s an emergency meeting happening right now. You two better come out and join us.”
“How is this an emergency meeting? We already know about it because you told us about it last night,” I asked, spitting a little to get the shampoo invading my mouth back out again. It had never happened to me before, and I do not recommend you try it.
Adam used one hand to catch water and pour it over my face to get the shampoo off and the other to protect my eyes. I tightened my legs around his waist and rubbed my dick against his flat stomach as a thank you. When his dick poked me in the ass, I took that as ayou’re welcome.
“The problem got bigger early this morning when Baz got sucked into it. So stop fucking and get out here.”
“We aren’t fucking anymore! Yet?” I petted Adam’s cheek. “Which one are we closer to? Fucking again? Or being done fucking?”
“I’d rather the former, but I have a feeling this emergency means it’s the latter.”
“Then you should probably stop ‘washing’ my asshole. I think it’s pretty clean at this point.”
Adam’s hand moved away guiltily. “Do you want me to put you down?”
