FIVE
If Reed had been startled by my attire, or lack of it, he recovered quickly, clearing his throat.
With his strong jaw clenched, he then lifted his gaze to my face and kept it there. “I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry... for earlier. I still mean what I said, but I should have just...”
He paused to heave a sigh, and I could tell he was just itching to rake his fingers through his hair, but he didn’t.
“I should have just handled this whole thing differently from the start. Before you even came here, I should have made it crystal clear to you that I want things to be all business between us. Then, you could have made a choice to still come here or not. In fact, I even had a chance to make things crystal clear to you the moment you arrived here today, but I didn’t take it, because the moment I saw you...when I saw how utterly gorgeous you are with that cupid's-bow mouth of yours, and your sparkling green eyes, and...” Clearly frustrated, Reed gave into the urge and raked a hand through his hair, twice actually, frowning so hard he was nearly scowling. “You have every right to be a little confused and angry with me, Samantha, if you are. I just hope you can get past this, and I hope you ultimately decide to stay here, even though unfortunately, the fact remains that I still want things between us to be strictly-”
Reed’s words had been abruptly cut off by me kissing him, having to stand on my tiptoes to do it. I hadn’t really even meant to do it, or at least I hadn’t put much conscious thought into the action. I’d just been looking at his full, delectable lips, feeling somehow teased by them, and then I’d felt myself rising on my tiptoes, and then my mouth had been on his. Currently, my mouth was still on his, kissing him hungrily. And although I fully realized what I was doing at this point, was fully aware that I should pull away and think things through a little, I didn’t. A major part of that was because Reed was kissing me in return, and with enthusiasm. He was also moving his large, strong hands to the small of my back, pulling me closer to the front of his body with a soft groan of clear pleasure.
Before I knew it, I was making a few noises of obvious pleasure myself, mostly quiet sighs and whimpers when he parted my lips and began kissing me with what felt like a few hours of pent-up passion and frustration. However, even though his kisses were intense and hungry, there was still a sweetness and tenderness about them that made me curl my toes into the hardwood floor beneath my feet.
A short while later, and I knew we were both quickly hurtling to the point of no return. I didn’t want to stop, though. I couldn’t even recall or remember the reason why we should, if there had ever even been one in the first place.
It wasn’t long before my towel fell to the floor, leaving me completely naked, skin still damp from my bath and my still-wet hair, which had been dripping onto my shoulders. I didn’t even know if Reed had pulled my towel loose, or if I’d one it myself, or if the end I’d tucked into the top of it had just come undone, but I didn’t even care. All I knew was that the feeling of my bare skin pressed against the length of Reed’s hard body and his already-hard manhood was absolutely heavenly. I didn’t want it to end, and I would have wildly fought anyone who tried to make it so.
With his hands on my rear, gripping it and kneading it, Reed began walking both of us into my bedroom, then shut the door behind him. Now I knew for sure that our “business arrangement” was happening, and I didn’t have any sense that we should wait. I knew that might have been simply because I wanted Reed’s body so badly, but my gut told me this wasn't the only reason. My gut told me that what we were about to do was somehow right, on some deeper level. And when Reed finally broke our kiss and began all but tearing his clothes off, I wanted to tell him my thoughts, wanted to see if he felt the same way.
“We shouldn’t wait. Right, Reed? This is right, isn’t it? Tell me you agree with me that this isn’t a mistake.”
He’d undressed faster than I'd ever seen anyone undress in my life, and he now pulled me back into his arms. “I agree with you. This isn’t a mistake. It’s perfect, and you’re perfect yourself.”
His voice was incredibly low and husky, a primal masculine growl that sent a little current of something electric racing through me.
He soon began kissing me again, and I felt his hardness pressing against the soft curve of my lower stomach. It was a sensation that was so exquisite that it made me moan into his mouth, becoming desperate to feel his hardness inside of me. While he’d been ripping his clothes off, I’d gotten a quick glimpse of it, and that quick glimpse had almost made me stop talking mid-word. Thick, straight, and long, his male member was just how I’d imagined it would be, and had hoped it would be. His degree of hardness, which was the hardest I’d ever felt a man in my entire life, was an extremely nice bonus, to say the least.
Soon we tumbled into my king-sized bed, with neither of us even bothering to turn my fairly bright desk lamp off. I realized I actually wanted it on. I wanted to be able to look at Reed’s face and eyes while we had sex. This was a bit surprising, because this was something I’d never really desired much with any of my previous boyfriends. But then again, none of my boyfriends had ever looked like Reed, or even anywhere close.
With me on my back and Reed more or less hovering above me, allowing a little space between our bodies to let one of his hands roam, he continued kissing me, twining my tongue with his in slow, rhythmic motions that had me panting and whimpering with desire. At the same time that he was kissing me, he began caressing my stiffened nipples, paying a little attention to each one in turn. This served to stoke my desire, not that it could be stoked very much further. As it was, I was already drenched in slickness anyway, with the most sensitive spot of my anatomy positively throbbing, all but crying out for release. And when Reed’s fingers wandered a little lower, connecting with this intimate spot, and then began stroking it with firm-but-not-too-firm movements, I felt my passion nearly soar to a peak right then.
Having felt compelled to break our kiss, I cried out, digging my fingers into the muscular ridges of his back. “Reed, please. I want you. I need you. Please just-”
What I’d been going to say had been cut off by another cry of near-ecstasy exploding from my mouth. It was a sound that tapered off into an anguished-sounding whimper.
“Reed, please just give me your body… all of it. Please. I need to feel your hardness inside of me.”
With his beautiful sky-blue eyes glassy and his breath coming in a series of ragged gasps, he seemed all too happy to comply with my request. However, he gave my sensitive little bud a few more firm-but-gentle strokes before spreading my legs wider and positioning the head of his thick shaft at my slick entrance. Then, without so much as a brief pause, he slid his length into me fast and fairly hard, filling me completely in one swift movement. With my most sensitive spot still throbbing and tingling, that one movement was enough to send me right over the edge of pleasure, faster than I'd ever tipped over it in my life. Faster by a stunning five or ten minutes or so, actually.
With my entire body quaking with pleasure, I ground my head back into the down pillow behind me, unable to even make a sound for a few seconds. The best I could do was gasp, again and again, and those gasps became a prolonged moan when Reed began moving inside of me with a guttural growl, intensifying the intense pleasure that was rolling over me in waves more powerful than I’d ever felt before.
Once my ecstasy finally began to ebb, I struggled to find my voice, managing something like a throaty whisper. “I want to have a climax like that again… but next time I do, I want you to be feeling it with me.”
With a low grunt, Reed seemed to take what I’d said as a challenge, and he accelerated the pace of his thrusting without changing the depth, nearly pulling out of me completely before sliding back into my slippery pleasure canal once again. Soon, to my amazement, I began to wonder if I was even going to make it as long as Reed, despite having already reached a climax once, and not even two minutes earlier. In my entire life, I’d never been able to achieve two climaxes in one single sex session before, not even when alone and completely free to do what I liked, exactly how I liked it.
Reed was managing to do what I liked, but somehow even better than I could. The feel of his hardness and his thrusting got even better still when he hiked my legs up on his muscular shoulders, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper. After several minutes of this near-rapture, a few moments of Reed looking deeply into my eyes, grunting softly with each of his deep strokes, was all it took to send me spiraling into the dizzying heights of full rapture once again. This time, he spiraled right along with me, grunting out his pleasure with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back. Lost in my pleasure, I watched his face with my hips bucking up to meet each of his thrusts, until my last spasm of bliss had passed.
Once we were both completely spent, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. In fact, he held me just a degree or two away from too tightly, as if he never wanted to let me go. However, very soon, once our breathing had slowed a bit, his hold on me relaxed some, and he twined his fingers with mine.
“I wanted that since the moment I set eyes on you.”
I smiled a little, stroking the back of his hand. “I did, too.”
Still smiling, I rested my head in the crook of his arm and closed my eyes, suddenly tired in a lazy, warm, completely satisfied sort of way. A mere minute probably hadn't passed before I was fast asleep, dreaming about something hazy and pleasant.
Hours later, when I awoke to get a glass of water, I recalled that a baby seemed to have been involved in my dream in some way, although I couldn’t remember if I’d been holding it, or feeding it, or what. This didn’t even matter, and it didn’t wipe a large smile off my face. I was considering my vague baby dream as a sign that it wouldn’t be long at all before I was receiving baby news that wasn’t a dream.