“That sounds like an excellent idea.” He smiles at me. “You go deal with them. I’ll clean up in here.”
A few minutes later, I walk back into the totally cleaned kitchen, and I find Reed watching me like he’s a starving lion and I’m a wounded gazelle. His pupils are blown out, his mouth slightly open, and his breaths are shallow. He cocks an eyebrow at me, his lips curving up into a wicked smile. And oh my god, his mouth. I want that mouth on me. I want to feel it trailing down my neck, tonguing my nipples, moving down my belly to my cock. I want to feel the soft, wet heat of that mouth surrounding me so badly I literally feel weak in the knees.
Noticing my fixation on his mouth, he meets my eyes and very deliberately runs the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.
“So, um, more wine?” I ask, suddenly nervous as hell. My breath catches in my throat, and my mouth feels as dry as cotton.
I have no idea how to navigate this. Every sexual encounter I’ve had up until now was with someone I didn’t particularly care about impressing. Don’t get me wrong, I always make sure everyone involved feels good, but this desperate need coursing through me to make sure I give Reed as much pleasure as he can handle is something new.
His eyes glitter, and one side of his mouth curves up in a half-smile.
“Oh, I think I’m good on wine. I was actually hoping for something a little sweeter.” He waggles his eyebrows and grins suggestively.
I let out a bark of laughter as the tension breaks. He always seems to know what to say or to put me at ease when I start feeling uncertain. How on earth am I supposed tonotfall in love with this man?Fuck it. I want him, he wants me, and I’m done dancing around it.
“Time for dessert, then?” It’s my turn to cock an eyebrow at him and grin suggestively.
“Oh, I think it’s nearly past time,” he says with a look that almost sets my underwear on fire.
“Let’s have our dessert in my bedroom,” I say, and he smiles, continuing the saucy banter as I lead him to my bedroom.
“I love having dessert in the bedroom. Although I’m always open to enjoying it in other rooms too, like the kitchen or the living room. I’m quite flexible, really.”
I let out another laugh. “Duly noted.”
I shut the door firmly behind us, not wanting any four-legged furry visitors joining us. This particular party is for humans only.
I lean back against the door, and Reed steps closer to me, no more jokes in his eyes. Looking searchingly at me, he reaches out and gently caresses my cheek. “You’re sure?” he whispers softly.
“One hundred percent,” I reply, sliding my arms around his waist and pulling him closer so his body is flush with mine.
“Oh, thank god,” he whispers just as my lips meet his in a scorching kiss.
I walk him backward to my bed, and our hands and mouths are everywhere, tearing off whatever clothes we can without having to break the kiss.
Just as the backs of his legs hit the bed, he grabs my shoulders and turns us, then pushes me back so I fall onto the bed.
He follows me down, and our kisses grow more intense and hot. I can’t seem to get enough of his salty taste, his rough beard scratching against my cheek as I nip and bite at his neck.
He’s hard and aggressive, thrusting his tongue into my mouth like it belongs there, dueling with my own.
Straddling my hips, he grinds against me through our clothes, our erections rubbing together, and holy sweet mother of fuck.
An unintelligible sound escapes me as he slides his hands under my sweater and T-shirt. He runs his smooth palms over me, trailing his fingers through my chest hair.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers, giving one nipple a hard twist and giving me a devious grin when I inhale sharply.
He shimmies back toward my knees, pulling me up into a sitting position.
“Here, sit up,” he says, stripping off my shirt in one smooth move.
As soon as my arms are free, I wrap them around him, turning us over quickly so he’s the one on his back, looking up at me, eyes blazing with lust.
“Mmmm,” he says, a note of amusement in his voice. “Someone likes to be in charge.”
I grin before lowering my head and kissing along the length of his neck. He shudders, causing my cock to twitch in response. I’m doing that to him. I’m making him feel good. God, I love this feeling. All I can think about is giving Reed more pleasure than he’s ever experienced.
Slowing things down, we kiss for a long time, and he seems to revel in the feeling of my body blanketing his, pressing him into the mattress as we rub against each other. Somehow, the rest of our clothing melts away one piece at a time until we’re both completely naked, hot skin on hot skin, a thin sheen of sweat coating both our bodies.