My lover was already home by the time I returned and let myself into the flat. I found him in the kitchen, putting on a kettle for tea.
“Never mind about that. Kiss me!” I ordered, and pulled him against my body.
“But of course,” he said softly. He slid his arms around my neck and licked my lips apart. “Mind my tooth. You don’t want to cut your lip on it again.”
I did have a tendency to do that, usually in too much of a rush to kiss him to take care.
He tilted his head and fit our mouths together.
I was hard and rubbing against my lover’s matching hardness by the time we had to break apart in order to breathe.
“Not that I’m complaining, mind, but what was that in aid of?” Jeremy nibbled the column of my throat.
“Haynsworth. I needed something to take the taste of him from my mouth,
