Elona’s POV
Tristan lay in bed with me, his arms wrapped around me, but I was facing him. The weight of our grief pressed down on us until it felt like we were living in a world that had stopped spinning. Rain battered the windows outside, each drop was like a tiny fist hammering against the glass, demanding to be let in as fierce and relentless as our sorrow.
I watched his shoulders tremble, shaking with the sobs he tried so hard to keep silent. There was something so raw, so honest in his tears that I could feel the ice in my own heart start to crack. I was trying to be strong. I reached out, tracing the line of his cheek with my fingers, and he leaned into my touch like a man that was starving. Our lips met, hesitant at first, then with the urgency of knowing that the world could end, but this moment would still be ours.
His eyes fluttered closed, and his brows furrowed in concentration, as if he was trying to hold on to this moment forever. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, tracing curves and lines that we had memorized over time. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, his muscles tense beneath my fingertips as our embrace tightens, the gentle pressure of his fingers tangled in my hair.
He pulled inches away from my mouth. “I think we shouldn’t do this right now in our state of grief,” he said, but I felt his bulge; he was ready for me.
“Maybe we can take it slow,” I said, which was barely a whisper. “But I want this...please,” I begged.
The storm outside unleashes its fury. Rain beats against the windows, blurring the world beyond into a hazy blur. But here on the bed, nothing else mattered. Tristan’s eyes locked with mine, full of desire and vulnerability, and I could see every emotion swirling in those depths. The tear tracks on his cheeks glistened in the low light, as if reflecting all the pain and longing we have been holding back for so long. His hands gripped my hips as I straddled him, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other.
I leaned down, and our lips met in a slow, deep kiss that felt like a storm raging inside of me. The taste of salt and tears on his lips mingled with the sweet warmth of his mouth. As he sat up with me still straddling him, his muscles rippled under my touch, his breaths coming in heavy and ragged. The tears continued to fall from his eyes, his emotions too raw to be contained any longer. He choked on a sob, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer and started kissing down my neck with a desperate hunger, as if he couldn’t get close enough to me.
His hands moved up my belly, pausing for just a moment as he pulled back, staring at it. “I don’t think I can,” I sucked in a breath as he looked up at me.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m taking my birth control pills. I haven’t stopped since the...” I swallowed. “The surgery,” he looked down again. His hand moved up to cup my breast, my tank top being the only thing that separated his touch from being skin on skin. Before I knew it, he pulled the tank top over my head and discarded it on the bed beside us. I gasped as he kissed me all the way to my breast. I closed my eyes as I took in this moment, forgetting the reason why we were together like this in the first place.
He trailed kisses up towards my neck again, and I slowly moved against him. His breathing became rugged and heavy, and then he leaned back, locking his eyes on mine, as if waiting for some sort of command. “I’m ready whenever you are,” I breathed.
He reached down between us without taking his eyes off me, his eyes were darkened, but there was still raw emotion in them, as if he would break down again at any moment. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his c*ck. Licking my lips, my heart was racing. I wanted this with him. I wanted him most of all.
He leaned in closer, our lips just inches apart, and I gasped as he moved my pajama shorts and panties to the side. His finger glided between my folds, feeling the warmth and wetness growing with each passing second. It was a gentle exploration, his touch careful yet firm. I couldn’t help but arch my back under his soft caress. I could still hear his heavy breaths, but he said nothing until his finger disappeared from between my folds, and the next thing, he was aligning his c*ck at my entrance. I adjusted as I lowered myself onto his shaft. I could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger for me. His lips parted in a silent gasp, his hands gripped my hips tight. His length disappeared into me, the sight of our bodies coming together in pure ecstasy.
Our heavy breaths are the only sound in the room, mixed with the occasional moan or whimper. The sound of rain hitting the windows adds to the intensity of the moment. But most of all, I can hear his soft sobs, muffled against my skin as he tries to contain his emotions. As we fell back onto the bed together, with me on top of him, I felt every inch of his body against mine. His strong arms held me close, while I could feel his racing heartbeat against my chest. I could see the wild strands of my hair creating a curtain around us. I felt his fingers running through my hair, tucking loose strands behind my ear as he held me close, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel every muscle in his body tense and relax beneath me as we moved together. My body moved in a slow, erotic rhythm, riding him with passion and desire. I could see the way his body responded to mine, his muscles tense and his face contorted with pleasure despite the tears.
I felt him inside me, his hardness filling me completely, awakening every nerve ending and sending shivers down my spine. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my movements as we both chased ecstasy together. My body arched and twisted with every movement, my eyes closed tightly in a state of pure ecstasy. The room spun and blurred as my vision was overtaken by flashing lights and bursting stars, signaling the peak of my pleasure. My breath hitched, and moans escaped my lips as I finally let go, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through my body. The sounds of our bodies moving together in perfect sync mixed with the passionate cries of pleasure that spilled from my lips. I saw his face, twisted in pleasure and pain, as he watched me reaching my climax. My body convulsed and shook, my movements wild and uninhibited.
His breathing became ragged and uncontrolled, mixing with deep moans and grunts. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, his muscles tensed and released as he rode the wave of ecstasy, his face contorted with pleasure. As his body tensed and his breath quickened, a powerful groan escaped his lips. The sound was a mixture of desperation and release. He gripped onto me tightly, fingers digging into my skin.
As he emptied himself within me, I felt every muscle in his body tense and relax. We both let out satisfied sighs as we caught our breath. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. I looked at him and reached out, wiping away the tears that fell during our lovemaking. We didn’t even bother to get up but just remained in bed.
“I’m numb...numb with pain, but that was...that was something I have never experienced before. It was powerful,” he said as he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm over me.
“It was intense. But try to get some sleep,” I tried to be there for him in this moment. I know that sleep won’t make the pain go away.
He continued to hold me. The rain had stopped, and I just lay there until darkness consumed me.