ever further inside, his balls pressed up against the dark skin of Henri’s ass. Slowing his hand, he glided up and down, smelling the salty sweat and passion between them. Then an undercurrent of another familiar smell stole over Ryan, turning him on even more. Grace. Her perfume still clung to Henri’s body.
Ryan bent over Henri’s back further, wanting to taste him, lick the salty sweat from his back, soak up what was left of Grace’s essence on the man’s skin. Henri tilted his hips up giving Ryan full access, leaving the head of his own cock in Ryan’s hand where he toyed with it, running his fingers around the sensitive edges of his bulging erection.
"Now you can come," Ryan grunted, pulling back and shoving himself inside again and again, up on his tip toes, grasping Henri’s hips leaving him to stroke his own cock in the last seconds before climax.
"Oh, yes…God!" the scent of Henri’s sweet release filled Ryan’s nose, the sound of his loud grunt of satisfaction making him thrust harder, deeper, needing him, nearing his own orgasm as he thrust into Henri’s ass one last time, his balls contracting and his cock spurting and filling him. He spasmed, holding tight to Henri’s hips, letting his cock twitch and empty, his whole body suffused with well-being and lightness he so desired after this night. The tight ring of Henri’s anal muscles flexed and Ryan pulled out, running hands across the man’s lube and cum slicked ass.
"Mmmmm…."Henri arched back once more as Ryan ran his hands up his sides to his arms, leaning over and cradling him from behind, kissing his shoulders and neck.
"Jesus Christ," Ryan whispered into Henri’s thick hair. "You are amazing." He sighed with satisfaction as the man turned to face him. Wrapping his arms around Henri’s dark brown body, Ryan gripped him kissing his full lips tenderly until Henri broke away.
"I love you," he said to the tall man holding him. "So much. You know that, right?"
Ryan nodded, still managing the final throes of passion inside his head. He pulled Henri in for another kiss, letting his lip and tongue speak for him. But Henri stopped him.
"I want to hear you say it."
Ryan took a deep breath, grabbed both of Henri’s hands and looked into his eyes. "I love you, too."
Henri smiled. "About time, my emotionally constipated lover."
Ryan grimaced. It was the exact thing Grace had called him earlier in the week. He started towards the shower, his cock at half-mast, the night air starting to chill his skin. Henri gazed at him.
"Let’s just talk to her, okay? You’re torturing yourself with this."
Ryan turned, his eyes trained on the horizon.
"But not tonight. I, um, I have to leave for Paris tomorrow. I can’t dump this on her then leave."
"But you can stalk out on her at a party full of naked strangers, stay away for a night, and then go away for five days?" Henri threw up his hands. "I'm amazed she puts up with you at all."
"It’s not always this bad. It’s just lately she keeps bringing up the kid thing and we agreed when we got married it wasn't an option. And you’ve been around more, meaning I spend more nights in the office," he ran a hand down Henri’s chiseled chest to his abs and put a hand around the man’s still hard cock. "Ah shit, you’re right. I should." Ryan did a quick wash up, then walked slowly back out to the balcony. He didn’t have to reach for his phone. Henri had it in his hand already and was punching in Grace’s number.
He kissed Ryan’s lips once then handed him the ringing phone before heading back inside. Ryan watched him go, took a deep breath and listened to the tiny sound of Grace’s phone ringing not that far from where he sat right now. Relieved and terrified, he waited but frowned when she didn’t pick up. He hung up then dialed again, getting her voice mail almost instantly, Grace’s soft Southern drawl soothing his ears.
Ryan bent over Henri’s back further, wanting to taste him, lick the salty sweat from his back, soak up what was left of Grace’s essence on the man’s skin. Henri tilted his hips up giving Ryan full access, leaving the head of his own cock in Ryan’s hand where he toyed with it, running his fingers around the sensitive edges of his bulging erection.
"Now you can come," Ryan grunted, pulling back and shoving himself inside again and again, up on his tip toes, grasping Henri’s hips leaving him to stroke his own cock in the last seconds before climax.
"Oh, yes…God!" the scent of Henri’s sweet release filled Ryan’s nose, the sound of his loud grunt of satisfaction making him thrust harder, deeper, needing him, nearing his own orgasm as he thrust into Henri’s ass one last time, his balls contracting and his cock spurting and filling him. He spasmed, holding tight to Henri’s hips, letting his cock twitch and empty, his whole body suffused with well-being and lightness he so desired after this night. The tight ring of Henri’s anal muscles flexed and Ryan pulled out, running hands across the man’s lube and cum slicked ass.
"Mmmmm…."Henri arched back once more as Ryan ran his hands up his sides to his arms, leaning over and cradling him from behind, kissing his shoulders and neck.
"Jesus Christ," Ryan whispered into Henri’s thick hair. "You are amazing." He sighed with satisfaction as the man turned to face him. Wrapping his arms around Henri’s dark brown body, Ryan gripped him kissing his full lips tenderly until Henri broke away.
"I love you," he said to the tall man holding him. "So much. You know that, right?"
Ryan nodded, still managing the final throes of passion inside his head. He pulled Henri in for another kiss, letting his lip and tongue speak for him. But Henri stopped him.
"I want to hear you say it."
Ryan took a deep breath, grabbed both of Henri’s hands and looked into his eyes. "I love you, too."
Henri smiled. "About time, my emotionally constipated lover."
Ryan grimaced. It was the exact thing Grace had called him earlier in the week. He started towards the shower, his cock at half-mast, the night air starting to chill his skin. Henri gazed at him.
"Let’s just talk to her, okay? You’re torturing yourself with this."
Ryan turned, his eyes trained on the horizon.
"But not tonight. I, um, I have to leave for Paris tomorrow. I can’t dump this on her then leave."
"But you can stalk out on her at a party full of naked strangers, stay away for a night, and then go away for five days?" Henri threw up his hands. "I'm amazed she puts up with you at all."
"It’s not always this bad. It’s just lately she keeps bringing up the kid thing and we agreed when we got married it wasn't an option. And you’ve been around more, meaning I spend more nights in the office," he ran a hand down Henri’s chiseled chest to his abs and put a hand around the man’s still hard cock. "Ah shit, you’re right. I should." Ryan did a quick wash up, then walked slowly back out to the balcony. He didn’t have to reach for his phone. Henri had it in his hand already and was punching in Grace’s number.
He kissed Ryan’s lips once then handed him the ringing phone before heading back inside. Ryan watched him go, took a deep breath and listened to the tiny sound of Grace’s phone ringing not that far from where he sat right now. Relieved and terrified, he waited but frowned when she didn’t pick up. He hung up then dialed again, getting her voice mail almost instantly, Grace’s soft Southern drawl soothing his ears.
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