Page 37 of The Weight Of It All

He appeared in the hallway. “Sure. Um, can I grab a real quick shower while the bath is running? I’ll just get changed back into these clothes, but I’m a bit gross.”

“Of course! Towels are in the linen press behind you. I’ll fix us something to eat.

” While he did that, I sliced some Turkish bread, then diced some tomatoes, Spanish onion, drizzled the mix with cold-pressed olive oil and a splash of balsamic vinegar.

When I had it all done, a clean and fresh Reed stood behind me and kissed the back of my neck.

“How do you make everything so fancy?”

I turned in his arms. “I don’t really. It’s just bruschetta.”

I scooped up some of the topping onto a piece of toasted bread and lifted it to his lips. He bit into it, closed his eyes, and moaned. “My God,” he mumbled with his mouth full. “So good.”

I made one for myself and had to agree, it was pretty good.

Fresh, sweet and tart, and delicious. Oil ran down my fingers, and I quickly licked at it, sucking my finger into my mouth.

Reed grunted quietly, and when I looked up, saw his eyes were darker.

He pressed me against the kitchen counter, then without any effort at all, he hoisted me up so I was sitting on the countertop.

He fit between my legs, and with his hands still on my arse, he pulled me to the edge.

I was more his height this way, and pressed against him, I could feel his hard on against mine.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I nodded and spoke against his lips. “Yes. Later.”

His gaze shot to mine, and his pupils blew out. “Are you sure, Henry?”

There was unwavering truth in my eyes. “Yes.”

He put his fingers under my chin and kissed me, deeper this time. I slid my arms around his neck and moved a little closer to the edge of the countertop, needing to feel as much of him as possible. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I kind of regretted agreeing to a bath…

I pulled away from him. “Shit, the bath.”

He stepped back, his lips kiss-swollen and his erection tenting his running shorts. “I’ll check it.” His voice was gruff.

“No, I will.” I slid off the counter. “You stay here and finish the bruschetta. I won’t be in the bath long.”

I left him to it, needing a second to clear my head. It also gave me some time in the bathroom to get myself ready for him. The muscle soak was heavenly, the douching not so much, but the anticipation was off the charts.

It was like my body knew what was about to happen.

I wondered what I should wear when I walked out. Was being naked and pre-lubed too presumptuous? I mean, it would save time…

Reluctantly, I pulled on some sweatpants, although I left off underwear. I threw on a T-shirt as an afterthought, and when I walked out, Reed had cleaned up the kitchen and was sitting nervously on the sofa. He looked me up and down, and when he noticed I’d gone commando, his gaze shot to mine.

I raised an eyebrow at him, half-daring, half-pleading, and he chuckled. “You are trouble.” But he stood slowly and walked over to me. He took my hand and put my palm to his cheek. “Are you sure, Henry?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

He closed his eyes and kissed my palm, then without another word, he led me to my bedroom. He stopped at my bed and saw where I’d thrown a condom and new bottle of lube onto the bedcover. He looked at me and chuckled.

“What?” I blinked innocently. “Too much?”

“Just one condom?”

“There’s a dozen in the top drawer. I bought a box during the week.”

“Thank God.” He kissed me with smiling lips, but it didn’t take long before the kiss got serious. He pulled my shirt off by the hem and slid his huge hand under the elastic of my sweatpants, down over my arse.

He growled, and the sound made me whimper in his mouth. He broke the kiss and put his forehead to mine. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips wet. “Get on the bed. Face down.”

I did as he instructed, his dominant tone setting every cell in my body on fire. Still with my sweatpants on, I lay facedown, spread my legs wide and raised my hips. He groaned and pulled his shirt over his head, and I watched in rapt awe as he slid his shorts off.

Oh, hell fucking yes.

Reed knelt on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He ran his hands up the back of my thighs and over my arse, only to grip the waistband of my sweatpants and pull them down over my hips.

“Oh, Henry,” he whispered, placing reverent kisses to each arsecheek.

I rolled my hips, my level of need rising higher and higher. He fisted the material and pulled them down my legs, leaving me spread and naked for him .

He slid his hands back up my legs, following each touch with a kiss. The contrast between his calloused hands and soft lips was heavenly. He gently spread my arsecheeks and tongued my arsehole, and I fisted the bedcovers and gasped.

Then he slipped his tongue inside me, and I thought I would come right there, and he did it again and again, taking me to new heights of pleasure and anticipation for what I needed most. “Reed, please.”

I heard the pop of the lube bottle and, soon afterwards, felt cool liquid and blunt, thick fingers right where I needed him. I groaned as he breached me, pushing back to meet him. It was so good, and so welcome, but still not what I craved. His lips were at my shoulder. “You want it so bad.”

“I do,” I said with a frustrated moan. “I want your cock inside me.”

His breath hitched, and he kissed my shoulder as he pulled his fingers out of me. “Roll over for me.”

I manoeuvred onto my back and had one knee raised so my foot was flat on the bed.

He was on his knees, skilfully rolling a condom down his cock before he crawled over to me on all fours.

He licked my hard on, quickly taking me into his mouth.

He sucked me hard and deep, quickly bringing me to the edge, but stopping before I finished.

I growled in frustration this time. “Reed. Fuck.”

It seemed to be just what he wanted, because he hitched one of my legs over his shoulder and bent me in half, his cock positioned perfectly at my hole. “Is this what you want?”

I nodded, and he oh so slowly pressed into me. I gasped at the intrusion, he felt so much bigger than I thought he would. He let me breathe through it, though his nostrils flared with his self-control. “You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded again. “God, yes.”

He pushed further in and he put a hand to my face. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you. ”

His words made my cock jerk between us, and I needed to touch myself.

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around my dick.

Reed moaned and pulled out a little, only to slide back in, further this time, deeper and harder, rubbing my prostate with precision.

My orgasm rocked through me like a bomb detonation, pleasure ripped through me, and Reed held onto me with strong hands as I came.

When I could open my eyes, he was looking at me with wonder and a little pride. He kissed me, hard, completely wrapping his arms around me, and only when every inch of him was buried in me, he started to thrust and fuck.

He owned me with his tongue, with his cock, with his whole body.

Then his thrusts became erratic, pushing deeper into me, and with a strangled cry, he came. Every muscle in his body was strained, taut, and I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he filled the condom.

He collapsed on top of me, and I drew lazy patterns on his back until his normal brain function returned. He pulled his face back a little, his cheeks flushed, his lips pink and swollen. “You okay?”

I swiped my thumb across his cheek. “So much better than okay.”

He smiled, then chuckled, and buried his face back into my neck. “Jesus, Henry,” he mumbled. “That was incredible.”

I hummed my contentment. “Yes it was.”

He pulled out of me slowly but stayed on top of me. “We should shower.”

I nuzzled his jaw. “Later.”

He pulled the covers over us and snuggled into me. “Maybe we could nap a little.”

“Mmm, nap, shower, order Thai food, and more sex.”

He smiled against my skin. “Perfect.”