The only thing I can taste is his cum and the lubricant he used. After I cleaned him I put my arms around him and held him tight. He put his arms arou...nd me and we cuddled for a long time.After a while he glanced at the clock and said, “You better go take a shower and find something to wear if you are going to the club with me this afternoon. I’ll be leaving soon.”I crawled up his body and kissed him and stared down at his face for a moment. The face I thought was so stern when I first saw him. Determination had returned to me; I was going to use it. “Well I am in need of a new room.” Settling back, I crossed my arms slightly. “Perhaps you could show me to it now.” A worried line etched across her face as she gnawed hard on her bottom lip. I recognised the conflict and turmoil burning behind her bright blue eyes. “I would hate to walk into the wrong room, looking like this,” I gestured to my unclothed body, noting how her eyes followed my movements with glee. She looked towards the. Until that moment I hadn't realised there were tears flowing down my cheeks. Quickly brushing them away with the back of my hand, I trudged back over to Paul. I was so confused. Am I thinking too much? Or not enough? Kneeling before him, I offered him the paddle. I was starting to feel woozy. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I knew better. Lately I've enjoyed being punished. Not the actual punishment itself, but the adrenaline release afterwards, the high and the thought that everything was. It had been a while; Ben had forgotten that 'a minute' to them could take forever.They'd crawled out of bed at dawn, not that they'd really been sleeping before that. Ben had no adjectives for what waking up with Lara Croft in his arms was like. It was like every night in his life that she hadn't been there was incomplete. The way she smelled, the way her breath whispered out of her barely open lips. The way she curled up against him, how her long sinuous back lay against his chest...It wasn't.