Then Vic rolled away, pulling free from Matt to sink down on the couch. Matt sat on his lap and let Vic pull him into a sweaty embrace. As Vic nuzzled the damp hollow of Matt’s throat, he murmured, “God. You’re amazing.”
Matt smiled, suddenly shy. In Vic’s arms, he turned toward his lover, rested his forehead against Vic’s brow, and let himself be cuddled. Their kisses were soft and tender, not the same ardent, needful, soul-hungry kisses they’d shared before making love. These were gentle, loving—no longer a storm raging between them but a calm, soothing rain. Matt cradled Vic’s chin in both hands and relearned the curves of his lover’s lips, the feel of his teeth, the taste of his tongue. He trailed tiny kisses along Vic’s cheek, over his ears, above his brow. He loved this man, every i
