Page 33 of After the Rain
“I know, baby. Fuck, you feel so good”.
“Aidan. I can’t, fuck. You need to move.”
And move I do. I lay him back down, slowly pulling out, and flip him over, tossing his pillow roughly in the direction of the headboard. I pull his hips up and find my way back inside him, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace. Rain leans forward even farther, flattening himself to the bed, arching his back as he buries his face in the pillows once more. From this angle, the sight of his tight, bouncy arse cheeks with my cock tunnelling into him is almost too much. I slow my thrusts once more and pull out, and Rain looks at me with a murderous glare over his shoulder.
“Ride me, baby, I want to watch you.” I lie down and support him as he sits up and straddles me before reaching behind himself tograsp the base of my dick. He lifts himself slightly, positioning me at his hole once more, then sits down so fast I’m scared he’s hurt himself. I cry out in pleasure, then reach up and grab his face, forcing him to look at me. “You OK? Baby, fuck, you OK?”
He nods frantically, then starts to rotate his hips in a circular motion that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
There are no sounds other than our mutual grunts and groans. Whispered words of pleasure, a soundtrack to this moment – the most perfect moment of my life.
“Aidan,” he whimpers, grasping for my hands and lacing our fingers together. “I love you so much, Aidan. Fuck, I love you.” Tears build and fall down his cheeks, and with our hands holding so tightly, I can’t reach up and wipe them away. So, I sit up as best I can, and he repositions slightly so our chests are touching. He releases my hands, and I wrap my arms around him, his finding their home around my shoulders, his long fingers scratching the nape of my neck and combing through my loose hair.
I kiss every tear from his face. “I love you, Rain. So fucking much. You’re so perfect. Perfect for me.”
“Just you.”
“Just me. You’re mine and I’m yours and that’s just that. We’ll sort everything out, and then we can just be happy. Forever?” My last word comes out like a question. Thank fuck he nods emphatically.
“Forever. I never want to leave. I couldn’t leave. Not you, not Pax, not our home.”
“Never.” That single word is growled, and he grips me even tighter.
Our movements become more frenzied as we ride the wave of pleasure to its inevitable crashing break. We breathe the same air, lips touching with every breath. He leans his forehead forward an inch until it touches mine, and our eyes hold one another’s, neither of us capable of looking away.
In my thirty-one years of life, I’ve never felt this connected to another soul. If soulmates are real, then Rain is mine. I fell in love with him in less than a week, and that love gets deeper every single day. I know he feels the same. I don’t need his words, even though he gifts me with them every day. His body, his actions, his soft touches as he passes me while we work, every meal he cooks, even the way he loves my dog shows me the depth of his heart. He’s been to hell and back in his life. Has experienced pain and loss, the likes of which most of us can only imagine, and yet here he stands, stronger than he even realises.Kind, caring, and all the other beautiful words in the world that could and do apply to him.
He continues to gaze at me as his movements become jerky, and my hands move to his hips to steady him. He crests the wave of his release and takes me right along with him. His cum jets out of him and lands between both of us, filling the room with the scent of sex. My release follows a second later and fills his hot body with my essence. We ride the wave together, and when our climaxes slow and pass, I stay deep inside him as he pushes me back down to the bed and settles himself on top of me, safe and warm in my arms.
This man – the love of my life – has been through storm after storm in his life and hasn’t been able to experience the calm. That’s me. I’ll be his calm. And in our life to come, I know that after the storms and after the rain, comes all the sunshine he deserves.
Twenty-Five
Rain
After what was quite possibly the single best night of my life, I wake up to Aidan’s strong arms wrapped around me from behind. I’m his little spoon, and fuck me, I love it. I love him. I’ve never had anyone cherish me the way he did last night. I want to stay wrapped up in his arms all day, but I know I need to check on Corey. We need to talk. I need to know that he is really OK. He seems weirdly OK about the fact that he’s been basically homeless for a month in the middle of winter after escaping a sadistic cunt who beat him, and God knows what else.
A deep breath behind me makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as Aidan’s nose begins to trace my hairline. He nuzzles into me and presses small kisses to my warm skin.
“What’s up, baby? You went all tense.” I release a deep breath and press my back closer to him. He responds immediately, pulling me evencloser.
“Nothing really. Just thinking. I need to talk to Corey about… stuff, and I just…” I huff out a sigh. “I don’t want to bring it all up again, you know. I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s there all the time, but I’m trying to just work it through in counselling, and then outside of that, just be happy. Be present and be grateful that I can move on. I just know that talking to Corey is going to be hard because it’ll bring it all up. And I don’t… I don’t…” A sob unexpectedly chokes out of me, and within a breath, I’m flipped over and dragged into Aidan’s chest as he pulls me impossibly closer.
I bury my face in his neck and cry. And cry, and cry and cry. He holds me through it all. Like he always does, he gives me his strength and makes me feel like maybe I can handle more than I think I can. He strokes my hair gently, teasing out the knots in my curls with his fingers as he comforts me. After a few minutes, he pushes me back and takes hold of my chin, forcing my eyes up to meet his in that way he does. His gaze could drag every secret out of my soul, I swear. I don’t have any. Not from him. He knows it all.
“Baby,” Aidan whispers before he kisses my tears away, again. “You are the strongest person I know. You have already survived the hard bit. You are doing the hard work. Every day. Everytime you log on for your counselling. Every time you take some happiness and joy into your life. Every step you take in your life, you move that bit farther away from your past, and I get to be the one who is lucky enough to watch you and support you and be a safe place for you to land when you need one.”
I smile at him. For someone who is a self-proclaimed grump, Aidan certainly has a way with words. I reach up and rub my fingers through his delicious beard. Fuck, I love him. It’s so overwhelming that it takes my breath away at times. Aidan continues his verbal assault on my heart.
“And I’ll be here when you land today, after you speak with your friend and make sure that he’s OK. That he has everything he needs, at least until Christmas is over, and then we will both be a safe place for him as he figures out what he wants to do.” I nod along with him, knowing that he’s speaking the truth. “Then later today, I’m going to take you on a date.”
The prospect of a date with Aidan fills me with excitement and nerves. I’ve never been on a proper date before. I don’t count the love-bombing dates at the beginning with Dan. I catch myself before I go down that road in my head and shake the thoughts away. He has no place here with Aidan.
“OK, yeah. That sounds perfect.”
“Good.” He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose, then slaps my arse over the duvet, which sadly absorbs most of the impact. “Come on,” he encourages as he climbs out of bed, his luscious naked arse dragging my attention with him. “You’ve got a chat to have, I’ve got a boat to launch and then tonight, I’m going to wine you, dine you and then fuck you silly!”
Aidan’s enthusiasm for today is infectious, and before long, we are both up, showered and dressed and sitting at the breakfast bar with a cup of tea. Aidan heads out after some toast – with blackcurrant jam, obvs – to get their new boat Ladybird in the water (apparently that’s how boaty people say launching a new boat). He has some finishing touches to work on over the next few weeks, but he said very soon she’ll be ready for her maiden voyage, and he wants me to go with him. I swallowed my panic when he told me that, as my mind had filled with images of the Titanic. I reminded myself that the Norfolk Broads are very different to the Atlantic Ocean, and even if we did end up in the drink, he would make room for me on his door. Fucking Kate Winslet, greedy door slut.
