I smiled up at him as I reached up to stroke the soft curls that framed his face, as he began moving into me. His eyes closed, his jaw set with his bottom lip between his teeth, we both began moving as one until our crescendo built beyond the point of no return.
Calling his name and digging my fingers into his back I came around him, pulsing around the hardness that penetrated my very core. Sweat beaded on his brow and glistened across his chest as he pumped into me faster and faster until at least, with one last determined thrust he pushed forward and emptied himself deep in my womb, repeatedly calling my name through gritted teeth until he collapsed on top of me.
The sky had grown dark outside the big picture windows and the room glowed orange in the reflection of the dying fire as Erik dozed quietly in my arms. He had pulled a blanket off the sofa to cover us with before curling up and fading off after telling me he loved me. I kissed the curls that fell against his forehead and thought of the future we were free to spend together... at last.