Page 109 of Commitment Issues
Love.
Outside, the world’s gone still, and we’re still with it. I lay a palm against his cheek feeling the rough beginnings of stubble.
“I love you Elliot, I think I always have.”
“Ah, sweetheart.”
There’s a smile in his voice, and I want to tell him, over and over again, how much I love him.
“I—,” but my words are swallowed up in a crash of thunder that seems to shake our very souls, as the room fills with shuddering light as, above us, the storm rages and rips the North Sea sky. The time for tenderness and sweet thoughts is over as he thrusts up inside me, filling my body with a heat that burns me from the inside out.
“Ah, Jesus.”
His hips piston into me and there’s nothing I can do but take him.
Every thrust, every grind of his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into my body, his cock filling me up as my heart thunders hard, my breath coming in rapid short bursts. Our bodies burn, slick sweat drenching our flesh, as he pounds into me. The door’s banging hard in its ill-fitting frame, the thumping hard and rhythmic like our gasping, desperate, ragged breaths.
“Oh sweetheart, oh Christ…” His face presses into the space between my neck and shoulder, and he’s muttering and grinding out incomprehensible words, and all I can do is cry out for more and more and more.
The storm’s above us now, right above, and a huge thunderclap and bolt of lightening crash in unison, lighting up the room, illuminating Elliot. His eyes are wide in wonder, and he cries out as his hips stutter and stumble, before stilling suddenly, as all the world around us suddenly stops. Buried deep inside me, I feel his pulse and heat as he empties himself into the condom, rushing my own climax from me as my balls tighten and tingle, and hot cum bursts from me.
Above us the storm’s passing. The howling wind’s dropped, and the rumble of thunder is now just an echo. Soon, all will be calm and quiet.
Elliot’s breathing hard, and I feel his heart beating next to mine. My exhausted leg muscles slacken, and I slip down from his waist as he pulls out of me, leaving me for a moment as he deals with the condom. My body’s shaking and my legs are spaghetti, and I’m about to sink into a boneless heap on the floor, but he catches me and swings me up into his arms, carrying me to the bed like I’m the most treasured possession he’s ever had.
“Storm’s past,” he says, slipping in beside me.
It has, in more ways than one. I snuggle into him and he envelops me in his arms. Resting my head against his chest, I hear the rapid beating of his heart, matching mine every thud of the way. He plays with my hair, carding his fingers through it, and sighs.
“Freddie,” he says. “Freddie, Freddie, Freddie.”
And I smile. I don’t answer because I don’t need to. My eyes fall to a close, and I drift off to sleep safe in his arms, as over and over he repeats my name as though it’s something wonderful and precious.
