Page 19 of After the Rain
“I need you inside me, Aidan. Please,” I beg, shamelessly. “Yes, I’m sure,” I reassure him beforehe can ask. Smiling devilishly, he leans over to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom and dropping them onto the bed beside us.
He kneels up on the bed and stares down at me, and I swear, I almost come right then. His leaking cock is dark red and throbbing as he covers it with the condom and coats himself in lube. Then he brings his slick fingers to my crease, stroking gently over my taint and down to my pulsing hole.
He strokes my entrance gently a couple of times before he presses against me. As his first finger breaches the tight outer ring of muscle, I release a sigh of relief. Finally, Aidan is inside me, even just this small part of him, and it’s just as I knew it would be. Perfect.
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He’s so fucking tight. Jesus Christ. Not only is Rain quite possibly the most beautiful man in the world, at least to me, but his hole is so tight it may strangle my cock. His face contorts with pleasure as I stretch him open with first one, then two of my thick fingers. He mewls and moans like he’s never felt so good, and his voice whispering my name as he exhales makes my heart squeeze in my chest.
For a month, I’ve been unapologetically entranced by this man. He turned up in such a state that all my protective instincts roared to life. Then, as I got to know more about him, I couldn’t deny this soul-deep connection to him that I felt in every atom of my being. When we kissed in the kitchen, I think that was the moment my feelings for him were cemented, but he wasn’t ready, and I’ve tried to support him as he did what he needed to do for himself. For me? For us.
And now here we are. His naked body beneath mine as I stretch him open for me, his eyes closed, and his head arched back against the pillows in pleasure. As my third finger joins the stretch, he lifts his head and our eyes meet, his aquamarine stare boring into mine, his every emotion pouring from his eyes. I’ve lived on or near the water my entire life, but nothing has ever made me feel as unsteady on my feet as when Rain looks at me like that. Like he sees me. Like he loves me. I can only hope he does, because my heart belongs to him, and I know it always will.
He reaches for me, and I remove my fingers from his body as he whines in protest, a sound I swallow with my kiss.
“I’m ready, love. Make me yours. Please.” His voice expresses more feeling in that moment than anyone else ever has with me before. Nobody compares to this angel in my arms.
“You’re already mine, baby,” I tell him around another gentle kiss, “and I’m yours.”
I take myself in hand and line the blunt head of my cock up with his now-ready entrance. As I slowly push inside, Rain’s breath catches, and his arms tighten around my neck, our foreheads touching as I enter him.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries, his words softened by the keening whine that threadsthrough them.
He feels incredible. Divine. Made for me. I push my way slowly into his body, his fingers clawing at my back as I seat myself fully in his tight, wet heat. When my hips rest against his body I release a steadying breath, trying to calm myself down so I don’t come too quickly. It’s been a long time since I had sex, but I know that even if it had been only yesterday, nothing would match this feeling of perfection. Yes, his body is welcoming, his channel hot and tight and drawing me in, but it’s the emotional connection between us, the way our foreheads are still plastered together and we breathe each other’s air that makes this moment transcend any that has come before. This man is mine. My heart, my soul. He is my world, and I will protect him and love him with everything I have in me.
A month to find, fall in love with, and claim the man beneath me as the love of my life may seem fast to some. I’d never really held with the idea of love at first sight, and it wasn’t. Not really. But sometimes, the clichés are true. When you know, you know. And I know that Rain was supposed to be mine. I can hate the reason he needed escape, but when I think about the chances of him finding his way to me after such a shitty experience, I can’t help but think it was anything other than fate.
“Please, Aidan. I need you to move,” Rain moans, and I realise I’ve just been stock-still, gazing down at him, engulfed in his heat and my own thoughts. I pull out until only the tip of my cock is inside him before thrusting forward again, and we moan together at the sensation. His slick heat surrounds me, and his fingernails dig into my shoulders as I move in and out of his lean body.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I praise him. “Fucking perfect.” Rain leans in and kisses me breathless.
“Don’t stop,” he moans into my mouth. “Please, Aidan. My love. Don’t. Stop.”My love?Fuck. I know he may well be swept up in the moment, but fuck if hearing him say that I’mhis lovedoesn’t reach deep into my chest and squeeze. I sit up onto my knees and pull him with me until he’s seated on my lap with my cock buried deep inside him. He moans as the change in angle causes my cock to brush against his prostate. He screams out, and I love how loud he is. I love hearing how I affect him. “Aidaaaan,” he cries, dragging my name out in a long moan. “Oh my god, you’re so. Fucking. Deep.”
“Ride me, baby. Make yourself come. I want to see you come on my cock before I fill you up.” I can’t help but curse the condom as my words land, and I imagineactuallyfilling him up withmy load and watching it drip out of him before I stuff it all back inside to keep myself there. I growl as these filthy thoughts run through my mind, and Rain swallows it with a messy kiss. His tongue chases mine desperately as he lifts and lowers himself on my lap, hitting his sweet spot on every pass.
“Fuck, fuck, Aidan. So good. So fucking good. I can’t. I can’t. Fuuuuuck!” Rain stops breathing for a minute as his climax barrels through him, rope after rope of hot cum flying from his cock and landing on both his stomach and mine. He doesn’t stop moving as his orgasm continues to roll through him, his desperate movements spreading his release between our sweaty bodies.
“Jesus, baby. So perfect,” I groan as his climax eases and my own chases it. Rain is clinging onto my neck and shoulders as his body melts into mine, loose and pliant in my arms. I lay him back down on the bed and thrust a jerky rhythm into his channel once, twice, and then I’m coming, filling the condom with my release as I hold myself as deep in his body as I can without literally climbing inside him.
His hands are framing my face, thumbs rubbing my cheeks as I come down from my high, and I flinch, a tight lump forming in my throat when I see tears rolling down his cheeks and ontothe pillow below him.
“Fuck. Rain, baby, are you OK? Did I hurt you? I’m so sor—” My words are cut off with his lips on mine. He shakes his head and continues stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
“No.” He kisses me again. “You didn’t hurt me. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t,” he whispers vehemently before kissing me again, this time a bit slower as his tongue strokes across my bottom lip. “It’s just…” His words trail off.
“What is it, baby? You can tell me anything.” I’m desperate for his answer. If I’ve scared him, or pushed him too much, too far, too fast I will never forgive myself. The familiar burn of anxiety ignites in my belly before it’s extinguished with his next words.
“It’s just that, I can’t believe how perfect that was. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so wanted. So… loved. And I just need to tell you, I- it’s probably too much, too fast, but, Aidan, I love you. So fucking much. It’s OK if you can’t say it back, I just had to te—”
This time it’s me cuttinghiswords off with my lips as I kiss him deeply, pressing every emotion he brings to life in me into it. “I love you too, baby. How could I not?”
His eyes fill with tears again, and he wraps his arms around my neck. I shift gently, pullingout of his body and rolling to my back with him in my arms until he’s lying on top of me. I need to deal with the condom and clean us up, but for this moment, the moment where he said he loved me and I told him the same, I just want to be here. With him. The man I love. Who loves me back.
I didn’t, in fact, take care of the condom in any way besides peeling it off and tossing it to the floor by the bed. Instead of cleaning up, we both fell into an exhausted sleep. We wake up a bit later, and a quick glance at my phone tells me it’s a little after eleven at night. I’m still wrapped up in Rain as he snores gently into the crook of my neck. We’re a mess, stuck together with dry cum and sweat.
I kiss his hair and squeeze him to me, trying to wake him up so we can grab a shower. I also need to let Pax out. Fuck. Poor Pax must be crossing his legs by now. “I need to go and let Pax out, baby. Get the shower running, and I’ll join you in a minute.” He grunts in acknowledgement as I pull on a pair of joggers from the drawer and pick up the hoodie he’s been wearing from the floor.
