Page 71 of The Weight Of It All
He pulled me to a stop. I looked up at him, wondering if I was moving too quickly. He put his hand to my face. “Are you sure, Henry?”
I met his darkened gaze. “Not full-on sex. I mean I want to, like really fucking want to, but I think it’s too soon. We can take the edge off, yes?”
His nostrils flared, and he grabbed my hand and led the way. The midday sun lit his room and a soft breeze ruffled the curtains. His bed was king-sized, the covers were white and looked like clouds. He walked me into his room, and when the backs of my knees hit the bedframe, he asked me again, “You sure?”
“Yes,” I answered, at the same time I ran my hand over the denim that hid his hard-on.
His eyes fluttered closed, then with a strength that surprised me, he cupped my arse and lifted me onto his waist. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I was taller than him like this. I held on around his neck and he knelt on the bed and lowered me onto the mattress, settling himself between my legs.
Oh, fuck.
With both hands on his face, I brought his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He bucked his hips into mine, and I needed to get rid of the clothing between us. Not breaking our kiss, I slipped my hands between us and fumbled with his jeans button.
Reed pushed up from me, his kiss-swollen lips smiling, his eyes smouldering desire. He undid his jeans and freed his cock. He was a solid eight inches of uncut glory. I almost came right there.
“Fuck.”
“Not today.”
My breath hitched, and then he roughly popped the button on my jeans and took out my cock. He hummed appreciatively as he wrapped his hand around me, then leant on his free hand at my shoulder. He aligned our cocks and took them both in his huge hand and never broke eye contactas he pumped us together. His hand, rough and calloused from lifting weights felt divine, his stare was intense and molten blue.
I reached up and cradled his face, delving my tongue into his mouth. He rocked forward with an almighty groan, and I could feel his cock swell and surge against mine as he came. Unable to hold back my orgasm, I quickly followed, coming onto our bellies between us. With the shockwaves still rolling through me, Reed slid his arms underneath me and held me in a perfectly crushing embrace until my orgasm subsided.
He nudged his nose against my jaw and chuckled. “Well, that was over embarrassingly fast.”
“That was fucking hot.”
He laughed, and his warm breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. “We should get cleaned up,” he murmured. He made no attempt at moving, except to nudge my neck with his nose, then the shell of my ear. It was obvious by my erratic breathing that I liked it, and he chuckled. I ran my hand through his hair and craned my neck to give him more room. He spoke on a sigh, “Or we could stay right here.”
I took my time running my hands under his shirt, over his back, tracing lazy circles across his wide shoulders, feeling the strong planes of muscles. It was a new thing for me, and one I found I quite liked. I’d never been with a guy of his stature, but I loved his size, his strength. I loved feeling wrapped up and safe, and that was new for me as well.
Reed pulled back so he could look into my eyes, and he pushed the hair off my forehead. “You okay?”
I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch his face. “I’m better than okay.”
He gave me his eye-crinkling smile before quickly pressing his lips to mine. “We really are a mess. And I think we’re actually physically stuck together.”
“If you wanted to shower first…?”
“Is it too soon for you to join me?”
I swallowed hard. “Too soon in the day? Or too soon in whatever this is between us?”
He smirked. “The jizz between us or the relationship between us?”
I burst out laughing. Though I liked the word relationship. Reed’s answer was to roll off me, grab my hand, and pull me from the bed. Neither of us stopped to tuck ourselves in; he just led me to the bathroom and turned the shower water on. He turned back to me and, with a grin, reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off.
Jesus. He was shirtless, his cock protruded half-hard, and his jeans were undone but still around his hips, and my come was smeared on his stomach. He couldn’t have looked hotter.
“You okay?” he asked.
I was staring, and there was little point to hide it. “You’re really fucking beautiful.”
He snorted and stepped out of his jeans, revealing his thick, defined thighs. “Okay, so I was wrong. I thought you couldn’t get hotter before, buthello legs.”
Now he laughed. “Your turn.”
“I don’t have clothes to get changed into.”
