So, Here I Am

Chapter Forty One I Love You, I Hate You

Laurent lunged at Maggie, smashing his lips into hers at an alarming velocity, the force enough to send them stumbling backwards for more than a few steps. He was grasping her tightly around her waist, forcing her head back with his mouth. She was grasping at anything she could reach, his clothes, his belt, his hair. They were voracious in their intent.

Laurent was still moving them somewhere, anywhere, until they came to something that would halt their progress, grabbing her hair, her clothes, her ass.

Maggie " I HATE YOU !! "

Laurent " You HATE me ? No, you LOVE me " he was as sure of this as anything he had ever been in his life.

"Shit, I do, I love you. Shut up, Laurent, just shut up and fuck me !"

The dining room table stopped their backwards march through the apartment. Maggie was gasping for air, slightly dizzy, her eyes losing focus. Her touch and feel of him was so heightened, so electrifying, all she wanted was him inside of her now. Still holding her round her waist, he deftly undid his belt and zip, slid his pants down and off his legs so he could spread them slightly. He undid her jeans, and pulled them down roughly and off her feet, so he could spread hers.

All the time, almost savagely pummeling her lips with his, her breast with his hand then his mouth, while he slid inside her.  Their bodies jolted in unison, as if hit by some unseen object at the same time, gasping, swearing, praising some almighty deity.  He was holding all her weight with one arm, while she had both her arms around his neck, then up and down his back, biting his shoulder, arching her back into him so that her hips met his. He was thrusting so hard and fast, he was going dizzy, and in seconds he came inside her, her orgasm racking her body, shuddering just seconds after his.

The whole episode was over in a few minutes, so explosive and intense was their desire, their lust for one another. They couldn't stop it, nor did they try. All the pent up frustration, desire, want, NEED for each other exploded, and all the emotion had to go somewhere.

There was only one natural course for it to take.

To each other.

Chests still heaving, hands still grabbing, more slowly now, holding hair, and clothing, as a pearlescent trickle of liquid inched it's was down the inside of Maggie's thigh, they slowed, breathing calmly, foreheads together, relishing the moment, the quiet, each other.  He did not move, and stayed inside her, preserving that intimate closeness as if to emphasise what he was about to say

"I love you.  I will love you till my dying breath.  Your name will be the last word I utter on this earth.  I need you like I need air to breathe.  I will not hurt you again.  I will spend the rest of my life making you as happy as I am in this moment, more than you can ever imagine.  As in THIS happy.  THIS fulfilled.  THIS much in love."  He kissed her swollen red lips again, softly now, as they gently pulled apart.

Maggie "Lets go to bed." she whispered, leading him by the hand, gently, quietly, to the room where his life would flash before him as he predicted earlier in the day, but in a much different manner than as if he was dying.

He was alive again.