Page 81 of The Weight Of It All
“Perfect.”
He collected the little tubs from the freezer, I grabbed the spoons, and we both fell onto the sofa. He sat at one end, me at the other. At first I was a little disappointed at the distance between us. I didn’t know why he sat a full metre away from me, but the way he eye fucked me made me very glad he did.
When I put the spoon in my mouth and tasted the passionfruit gelato, I moaned like a two-dollar whore. I couldn’t even be embarrassed because Reed let out a low breath. “Jesus, Henry. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
I laughed. “Sorry. But this is really good.” I was already at the bottom of mine. “You weren’t kidding when you said they were two mouthfuls. I’m now regretting not getting a bigger tub.”
Reed slid over and took my empty gelato cup. He was so much closer now, his body heat was heady, and he leaned in and ran his nose along my jaw. “If you want something more…”
I shot off the lounge, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to my room. He started to laugh until I pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. “Oh Henry,” he murmured, pulling my hips onto his. The denim between us did little to hide his erection, and I loved that I turned him on.
I kissed him, hard, until he was bucking his hips, searching for more friction. Only when he was impatient and breathless, did I kiss down his neck and shuffle down his body. I lifted his shirt up, revealing his perfectly sculptured abs and the wide planes of his chest. I flicked his nipple with my tongue and he hissed, and he gently pulled my hair.
“Oh, fuck.”
I kissed down the centre of his six-pack to his navel and sat back to undo his jeans. I popped the button, undid the fly, and gently released his cock. God, it made my mouth water.
“Henry, please.”
So I licked him, his length, the head, the slit. His scent was pure musk and man, and it kicked my desire up a notch. I wrapped my fingers around his base and slipped my lips around him, moaning as I took him in.
He carded his fingers through my hair and rolled his hips. “God, your mouth.” A groan rumbled in his chest. “Feels so good.”
His cock was long and thick, veined with a bulbous head, and as I slid it into my throat, I could almost imagine what it would be like sliding into my arse. God, I ached for it.
I wanted to feel him stretch me, fill me, own me. I wanted to be his, in every sense of the word. God, I needed him inside me. I swallowed around him and swirled my tongue up his shaft as I pulled off. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
And that was all it took. “I’m gonna come.”
I took him in deep once again, just in time to feel him swell and surge in my mouth. He arched his back off the bed and gave a strangled cry as he filled my mouth. I drank everything he gave me, making him moan and writhe. Eventually he let out a low, breathy chuckle. “Jesus, Henry.”
I kissed the soft skin above his pubic hair, then gently nipped at those epic muscles at his sides above his hips. He squirmed and laughed. “What are these called?” I asked, kissing the exact spot on both sides.
Reed leaned up to look down at himself, his six-pack flexed under his skin as he did. “Those are a result of working the transverse abdominals, internal and external obliques. They don’t really have a name.”
“Yes they do. They’re called the V muscles, and I’m prettysure it’s what put the V in heaven. Anyway, they’re my new favourite thing.” Then I kissed up his muscled ribs and licked his nipples, making the dark flesh pebble at the touch. “No, wait. These are my new favourite thing.”
He barked out a laugh, then before I knew which way was up, he flipped me over, pressed himself between my thighs and pinned my hands above my head. “Your turn,” he whispered against my lips. “Now let me show you my new favourite thing.” He smirked and kissed me softly. “Here.” Then my jaw. “Here.” My throat. “Here.” He pulled my shirt up and kissed my chest, my stomach, my navel. “Here. Here. Here.”
I couldn’t even be self-conscious. True, I didn’t like anyone seeing my naked belly, let alone touching it and even worse, kissing it. But he was so reverent, so honest, that I trusted him impeccably.
He undid my jeans and pulled them off my legs without any effort at all. And when he took my erection from my briefs, I was so turned on, I didn’t care about the insecure parts of me. “And here,” he murmured. When he took my cock into his warm, wet mouth, I lost all inhibitions, all coherent thought.
He slid his hand inside my briefs, rolling my balls with deft fingers before sliding them as far in as the fabric would allow. His blunt finger traced my perineum, he sucked me harder, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I came hard enough that my head spun, my body shook, and my hands trembled. Reed was soon lying beside me, and he pulled me into his arms while my orgasm subsided. He kissed the side of my head and nuzzled his nose into my hair. I couldn’t keep my eyes open for a second longer.
I woke up at about three o’clock in the morning with a start, until I remembered the huge warm body in my bed was Reed. He was sleeping soundly with his back to me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him in my bed.Motionless, the moonlight made his back and shoulders look as if they were carved of marble. A sculptor’s masterpiece on the perfection of the human body. I gently ran my hand over his muscled frame, feeling the strength and purpose there, even in sleep.
He stirred and rolled over to face me, mumbling something and lifting his arm in invitation. So I snuggled into him, and he wrapped his arm around me, settling straight back into sleep. I kissed his chest with smiling lips and fell into a dream of safety and strength, warmth and wonder.
Fourteen
I wokeup before Reed and slipped out of bed to shower. It was his day off, and given the physical nature of his job, I wanted him to enjoy a sleep in. I should’ve known his stomach would wake him, because as I was making his breakfast, he surprised me in the kitchen.
And by surprised, I mean made my jaw hit the floor. Wearing only his jeans slung low on his hips, he was shirtless and sleep rumpled with stubble and mussed hair. It was the stuff of dreams. And porn.
I stood there with a slice of toast halfway to my hanging-open mouth. He smirked and swiped my toast, biting into it. “Good morning.”
