With You, I'm Home

Anything For You

"Fuck." I breathed out. My back was pressed harshly against the wall next to the door. 

My arms were wrapped around Shoresy's shoulders as I practically clung to him, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his fingers digging into my thighs roughly as he moved inside me. 

Reacting to the feeling of ecstasy shooting through my body, I found myself racking my nails down the length of Shoresy's bare back again- immediately earning a low groan from him as I did. "Là, putain, plus vite." My words slipped to French without my even realizing it at first. 

Shoresy chuckled lowly in my ear as his tempo increased, his hips slamming against my own harshly. Leaning his head down, I felt his teeth clamp down on the side of my neck. 

"Fuck, Shoresy, je vais..." My words slipped into French once more, but quickly trailed off as a feeling of euphoria shot through my entire body. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back while my climax washed over my body. Bringing my hands back up to his shoulders, I gripped them tightly. "Fuck, Oli." Shoresy breathed out, his movements beginning to go erratic. 

It seemed like only a matter of moments before Shoresy's climax washed over him as well. 

When his movements stopped completely, he leaned forward. His forehead rested against my shoulder, and his full weight against me pressed my back harshly against the wall behind me. Both of us were breathing heavy, but that didn't stop him from pressing a few small kisses against my shoulder and side of my neck. 

Pulling out of me, Shoresy took a small step back- allowing me to unwrap my legs from his waist and put my feet back down on the ground. 

I stumbled, ever so slightly, from how much my legs were shaking. Reaching a hand on, I rested it against his chest as I steadied myself. "Jesus." I breathed, laughing ever so slightly. 

This was far from the first time Shoresy and I had had sex- but I could definitely say it had probably been the most intense. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if we'd both left plenty of marks on one another. 

Shoresy stepped forward once more, this time reaching up and pushing my sweat-soaked hair out of my face before trailing down and his palm landed on my cheek. I immediately leaned into his touch.  Closing my eyes, I sucked in a breath before turning my head and pressing a kiss to the center of his palm. 

"I love you." I breathed out. 

As soon as the words left my lips, I could feel Shoresy's hand tense ever so slightly. Opening my eyes, I looked up at him- worried about his reaction.

I'd never told Shoresy that I loved him, and he'd never said it to me either.  I'm not sure why I dropped it on him in this moment, it just came out. Though I had been feeling it for a while, I'd just never found it right to tell him. 

It had been almost a year since I had met Shoresy, and around nine months since we'd actually been together. 

When I looked up at Shoresy, I couldn't help but feel a bit downtrodden at the look on his face. It almost seemed like he was trying not to laugh- like I'd made a joke. 

"What so funny?"   I found myself scoffing at him, feeling slightly insulted by his reaction to my words. 

"I don't think anything's funny, I'm trying not to cry!" Shoresy's voice was strained ever so slightly as he responded. In the time I'd known him, I'd realized that he seemed to cry a lot. He was a pretty emotional person it seemed. For example, any time the anthem was played or sang, he cried. The only time he didn't was when it was in he form of his phones ringtone.