Page 45 of After the Rain
Rain’s eyes don’t leave mine as we watch each other closely, the only sound in the room is the running water and our breathing. When he’s naked in front of me, I take in his body from head to toe. The sight of the dark purple bruising on his abdomen and left side, as well as the ones on his face, has tears leaking down my cheeks again. Rain immediately steps into me and cups my face in that way he knows I love. The act does nothing to slow my tears until he leans in and whispers into my ear.
“I’m OK, love. I’m OK, I promise.” A sob escapes me again, and he wraps me up in his arms, grounding me before my anxiety can spiral into a nightmare ofwhat-ifscenarios.
He leans back, cupping my face again as he removes my clothes as well, before releasing my hair from its bun, and then takes my hand as we step into the shower. When we’re under the warm, powerful spray, I take hold of his beautiful face, so, so carefully as not to hurt him, and I press my lips to his. The kiss is searching and soft, just two men in love rediscovering each other after a hellish few days apart. Before long, the kiss intensifies, and Rain dips his tongue into mymouth, giving me my first taste of him in what feels like forever. He’s delicious, a hint of coffee and chocolate, but mainly just him. My Rain. I groan at the first warm, wet slide of his tongue over mine, and I can’t help but press him back into the shower wall. Rain whimpers as I do this and wraps his arms around my neck as I grab him underneath his perfect, round arse and lift him up. He quickly wraps his legs around me, and we stand there, clinging to one another as we taste and explore each other once again.
I won’t take this further in the shower, no matter how much he grinds against me. His bruises look savage, and I want him laid down in bed before too much longer. I slow the kiss and eventually, with one, two, three tender pecks to his lips, I pull back and rest my forehead to his, closing my eyes and releasing a sigh of relief that he’s back in my arms.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get washed up and get into bed. You need to lie down.” He smiles softly at me and just lets me take care of him. I put him back down on his feet and pull him back under the spray before washing him all over with my scented shower gel. That’s better. He smells like me again. Like home. I wash his hair as well, taking care to use his conditioner just how he likes it, so his curls go all bouncy. I rinse him off before giving myself one of the more cursoryshowers of my life. I lean over and turn off the water spray before carefully guiding him out of the shower and wrapping him up in a towel.
I grab one for myself and then proceed to dry us both off before leading him into the bedroom, leaving the damp towels on the bathroom floor. I couldn’t care less right now. I lead him straight to the bed and pull back the covers, encouraging him to climb in. He does so a little gingerly but then lies down and watches me as I make my own way around the bed before climbing in next to him. He rolls to his side, as do I, and for the longest time, we just lie there, looking softly at each other without speaking. I have to say I imagined a lot more words when we were reunited after what he’s been through. I imagined declarations and promises and apologies and rants and all manner of other things, but words are superfluous in this moment.
His eyes tell me everything.I’m home, I’m OK, I missed you. Did you miss me?In return, my eyes reply,I missed you more than I’d miss breathing, I was so afraid. I’m so glad you’re home. With me.His hand moves towards me, and I feel tentative touches of his fingers on my abdomen, the sensation sending shivers through my entire body, and all my blood straight to my cock.
“Baby,” I start, but he cuts me off with a passionate kiss that sets us both ablaze.
“I need you, Aidan. Please, love. I need to connect with you, so I know for sure that this is real. That I’m home with you.” I can’t deny him. I’ll never be able to deny him. In our life together, I’m sure he will always get his way as one look, one word from him and I will cave – every single time.
He kisses me again, and I return his passion with my own. I gently roll him to his back and place my thigh between his legs. He immediately starts to rub against it, and I can feel how hard he is. I kiss my way down his body, taking care to kiss every single bruise in an effort to heal them all. I kiss over his chest and abdomen until I reach his belly button, where I tease him with my tongue. He giggles and grabs my hair, which is hanging down around my face after our shower. He doesn’t try to move my head, just holds onto me like he needs something solid to centre him.
I kiss him lower and lower, following that tantalising trail of fine hair down to his perfect cock. I lick a trail up the underside of his stiff length before swallowing him whole. The taste of his precum hits my tongue almost immediately and makes me starving for him. I take him to the back of my throat, his whimpers and moans spurring me on. I swallow tightly around his crown, and he cries out before tugging my hair again, this time pulling me off him.
“Fuck, Aidan. I don’t want to come yet. I want you inside me when I do.”
I scramble back up the bed so I can kiss him once more as I reach into his bedside table for the lube we keep there. The snick of the lube cap sends a shiver through Rain’s body, and I preen inside that just that simple sound is enough to create a sense of anticipation for me in him.
I squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers and reach down to stroke behind his tight balls that are pulled up close to his body, and then reach down his crack until I find that perfect hole. I circle his rim with my middle finger, spreading the lube around, before I press the digit inside.
“Yes, ungh. Fuck. I missed you, babe. I love you so much.” Hearing his words sends me higher than I’ve ever been before. I pull out and then press back in, with a second finger this time. His moans of pleasure as I scissor him open are enough to make me almost come myself, and I have to pinch the base of my cock to stave off my own orgasm. When he’s fully stretched, I lube up my cock and position myself at his entrance.
I press forward slowly, holding his legs over my forearms, careful not to put him in a position that will hurt him. He gasps as I enter him, then he’s reaching behind me and grabbing hold of my arse cheeks and pulling me forward quicker than I would have gone on my own.
“I need you in me, love. I’m not going to break.”
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You couldn’t. Now please, make love to me.”
I do exactly that.
Thirty-Three
Rain
The feeling of Aidan filling me up is glorious. I know he’s trying to be gentle so as not to hurt me, but seriously, if he doesn’t start moving soon, I may die. The bruises look a lot worse than they feel, not least because the doctor at the hospital in London gave me some really good pain relief.
Aidan is still being so careful, and while I love that he’s concerned about my well-being, I need to feel him. I grab his face, one hand on either cheek, and drag his face directly over mine. He’s seated fully inside me now and is breathing so deeply as he tries to control himself; he sounds like he’s seconds away from hyperventilating.
“Aidan, my love.” I reach up and kiss his lips fervently to grab his attention. “I need you to listen to me. I’m fine. They’re just bruises. I’m not in any pain. But I promise you,youwill be if you don’t move. I need to feel you. Please, babe. Makelove to m-argh!” I cry out as he pulls almost all the way out of my body before thrusting back in, all the way up to the hilt.
“How’s that?” he asks, a sassy smirk on his beautiful face.
“Mmmph,” is all I can say as he continues to move in and out of me.
“I thought. We’d have. A nice. Loving. Moment together. But you. Just want. To be fucked, don’t you, baby?” Every couple of words from his sinful mouth is punctuated with a deep thrust.
“I want you so badly.” My words sound like a whine even to my own ears, but I really don’t care. The last few days have made me treasure this man even more, and for some reason, finally standing up to Dan even while he tried to beat me into submission again has made me more confident than ever. I know what I want and I’m not afraid anymore to ask for it. “I missed you.” Aidan growls a deep, resonant growl that vibrates through his whole body and into mine.
“Fuck, baby. I missed you so much. I was so scared for you.” He kisses me, holding on tight to me as though he’s afraid to let me go again. I don’t want to get into this conversation right now. I just want to feel him. To feel us.
