Page 53 of Gravity
He shifts. His hips rock forward, and his cock moves inside me.
I howl and push my face back into the pillow. Desperation, perfection. I don't know what I’m feeling.Merveilleux. Fantastique.More of that,oui. I writhe, trying to chase the way he touched something so deep within me it felt like he brushed the bottom of my beating heart. My hips shift, and I grind back onto his cock.
He curses and buries his face in my neck. “Bryce” and “Fuck” and “Tu es parfait pour moi” fall across my skin. I groan again. Rock my hips, seeking more. Desire ignites, like I am the fuse of a sparkler that is burning forever.
Carefully, delicately, Hunter draws back. The tortured noise I make cannot be described. He pauses with the head of his cock still inside me.
Our gazes connect when I look over my shoulder. His mouth is open, his pupils are blown wide. He looks at me like I'm indefinable to him. A sob escapes me as I hold on to his hands.Je t'aime, je t'aime. Je t'aime pour toujours.I want to say it,mon Dieu.
Hunter thrusts forward. It's too late to bury my cry in the pillow. He, too, is loud, grunting and gasping and panting my name as he moves inside my body.
I meet him thrust for thrust. Our sweat is mingling, mine on him, his on me. More,merde, more. More of his curses, his breathless exhales against my hair, the way he keeps whispering my name. More of him, and this, and us.Tu es l'élu de mon coeur pour toujours.You are the one my heart chooses, forever.
This is absolutely the best sex of my life. This pleasure is spiking so hard, so fast, so intensely, and I am so close to coming, but I never want this to stop.
Hunter grunts, “Fuck,” and then he pulls out, and I collapse to my belly. I'm liquid, jelly. I can't hold myself up. I try to twist to see where he's gone—
He flips me onto my back and spreads my legs, bracing my thighs against his shoulders. “Need to see your face,” he says. One of his hands holds my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin as he rests his cheek against my knee and curses. “Need to kiss you. Bryce…” And he does, claiming my lips as his cock enters me again on a single thrust.
I try, but I can't,calisse, I can't hold back, and I scream into his kiss. My hips go wild, thrusting, thrusting, faster, harder, meeting him for every deep and long drive into me. He's right there, matching my rhythm, his eyes huge, the fingers of one hand curling into the sheets beside my head. He falls to his forearms with a curse, bending me in half.
Our foreheads meet. I look into his eyes. “Mon amour, mon amour,” I whisper against his lips. “J'ai besoin de toi, mon amour.” I need you, my love. I can't hold this in. I can't hold the words in any longer. “Hunter—”
I erupt with his name on my lips, throwing my head back against the pillow. He seizes my lips in a kiss again, quieting my shout. One, two, and then he's shuddering inside of me and moaning. Wet heat slickens his thrusts, and a river soaks the deepest part of me. He keeps going, and we keep kissing. Keep rocking into each other. Keep breathing each other in.
Eventually, he slides out of me and rests his head on my chest. We're still wrapped up together, my arms around him, his around me, one of my legs tangled around his waist. He's kissing my chest, and his fingers are drawing spirals and looping zigzags across my belly. My fingers are lost in his sweat-drenched hair. We're quiet, but it's a comfortable silence. His heartbeat echoes mine. We breathe in sync.
Months ago, I wondered,Am I gay?I chased shadows and illusions, dreams and fantasies, turned myself inside out in the middle of the night. I didn't know what I wanted or what it all meant.
The Bryce I was before is not the same Bryce I am now. I am different—Non, not different. I amme. This is exactly who I want to be. This is who I am. And,je suis très heureux. More than I thought I ever could be.
It defies all logic, reason, and understanding. How could I have been made for someone I had no hope of meeting if not for hockey? Were all those days on the river, all the long and empty years when it was me and my loneliness, part of this path that led to him?
Nous sommes faits l'un pour l'autre.
Outside, Seattle is alive with sparkles and shimmers, each dancing light a glimmer of captured joy. I slide my fingers through Hunter's hair again, and then drop a kiss to the top of his head.Je t'aime, mon coeur. I want to say it. I feel it. It's bursting out of me.Je veux passer ma vie avec toi.I want to spend my life with you.
The song I started for him floats through my memories.
Let me write you a love story
Let me give you my heart
Let me empty the oceans for you
I add another few lines as I hum against his hair.
I will do anything to bring you the happiness
That you have unchained within me
You will always be my forever
And even if you leave
You will always be the man who discovered this part of me
Hunter's breath tickles my chest. He presses his lips to the skin above my heart, then takes my hand in his.
