Page 129 of When The Rain Falls

“Oh, your daddy has plans for you,” I assure her as I bury myself deeper, all the way this time. I swell and jostle with rapture as she clenches around me. The evidence of her own ecstasy passes between her lips in quiet but urgent whimpers.

She’s waiting for me to match her filthy talk. But in this moment, as our bodies become one, I struggle to find those words. Instead, my head is full of other words.

“You’re beautiful.” I drop her legs, ease onto her body, and press my lips to hers. “And you’re mine, darling. If you ever doubt being wanted, I’ll never hesitate to show you,” I purr into her ear. I take her hands and twine our fingers together against the bed as we rock slowly together. I’m afraid I might start tearing up, so I dig around for something dirty to say. “Now, tell me how badly you want to be my good girl.”

“I want to be your good girl,” she pants. “And your bad girl. I just want to be yours,” she whispers as her body relaxes beneath me. She looks meditative, like she’s trying to enjoy this moment with every nerve ending in her body.

“Fuck,” she moans softly. And for a while, that’s the only word I hear. Aimee quietly rasping the wordfuckover and over as our bodies slide into each other.

“You don’t have to be quiet,” I murmur. “Not this time.”

“I do,” she hushes. Her fingers are sliding up and down my back as our bodies crash into each other. With each impact, her tits bounce beautifully beneath me. “Because this feels too perfect. And if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up, bear.” My soul aches at how closely her sentiments match mine. And the joy pounding in my ribcage threatens to burst from my chest.

“Baby, this is real,” I assure her. I assure myself, too. For the longest time, I’ve only felt this kind of love in dreams. In old, fading memories. But now it’s so real I can touch it. In fact, I’m gripping it with both hands. “So real,” I repeat. Our bodies sway together in a tangle of bliss and then, for a moment, words elude us. Our eyes link and we lose ourselves in the raw intimacy between our bare bodies.

There’s the sound of Aimee, gasping and moaning. The sound of our bodies colliding. The sound of my pulse beating wildly in my ears. The sound of the bed squeaking beneath us. The sound of two people communicating without words.

I ease the pace, and we fall into a slow-burning fire. Her legs hook around my hips, allowing me to enter her deeper.

As I’m loving her. I love her completely. For the first time, I love her without fear. Without walls.

Our bodies move in a tranquil simmer now, as we savor each other. Aimee’s palms are splayed against my back, like she’s never going to let go. I don’t want her to.

“When I met you,” she pants. “I was so lost.”

I lower my head to plant a kiss on her shoulder. “You’re found now, baby. I found you. I got you.” I run my palm across her forehead. She nods as tears fill her eyes. Our locked gazes water. My fingers tangle in her hair as I drink in the beauty beneath me.

In this moment, I can’t believe anyone has ever looked at her and not wanted her for more than a night. Because as bright as she shines at night, in the dark, when the world is full of gathering storms, she dazzles in the full spectrum of the day.

“You gave me everything I ever wanted,” she continues. And fuck. The sincerity of her sweet, soft words threatens to unravel me mid thrust. All the emotion falls heavily on me and I don’t know where to put it all.

Fuck, Finn. Don’t fucking cry. Not when you’re cock deep in someone. It’s ungentlemanly.

“Jesus, Aimee. You know what you did for me?” I blink back the tears as I slip one hand under her head and let my weight rest between her legs. “I walked around broken for years,” I whisper, my throat growing tight, my voice threatening to crack. “And when you saw I was broken, you didn’t leave. You held me. Held me together. You kept me safe.”

“You weren’t broken,” she protests softly. Her hair is draped over her pillow. “You were just a little cracked. And I was looking for a place. A place where I could belong. And I found that crack in your heart. And I fit perfectly there.” She presses her palm against my chest, over my heart.

“Yes, you do,” I whisper back.

We fall into long, drawn out kisses. And when our bodies soar free from the intensity of the moment, we begin to rock back into each other. A thousand unspoken words pass between us. Promises. Wishes. Hopes. Assurances.

Aimee’s back arches again and I slide a hand to cradle the small of her back. The twining of our bodies drives me feral.I bite my lip to tamp down on the pleasure surging in my veins. But then Aimee’s coming hard beneath me, moaning and bucking as her thighs quiver and her body tenses.

Then, I let go. As I groan with pleasure and run my lips across her skin, something inside me heals just a little bit more.

47GOODBYE

FINN

“So, you can fix it?”I look across the counter at the technician in the black polo shirt. He’s typing something into his computer as he nods.

“Sure,” he says. “We can keep it running for a little longer. If that’s really what you want.”

The damage to the van was worse than I originally thought. The body work repairs are going to cost me more than it’s worth. But still, it’s probably cheaper than buying another vehicle.

“A little longer? How long is that?” I prod as I rap my knuckles on the counter.

“If you want it to be reliable, there’s a lot we’re going to have to replace,” he explains. “I don’t know if it’s really worth it. Have you walked our lot? Don’t you think it’s time for something new?”

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