After the Storm

Nina barely heard David approach until she felt his arms circle her waist from behind. "I'm sorry," he said, voice low and filled with regret. Nina turned to face him, seeing the same hurt in his eyes. Without another word, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that as the storm raged outside, holding each other tightly. David tilted Nina’s chin up and brushed away a tear with his thumb. "I hate fighting with you," he murmured. Nina answered by pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. The emotion of the argument still crackled between them, but it transformed into a different kind of passion. David lifted her gently and carried her to the couch. Their lips never parted as clothing was shed hurriedly, landing in soft piles on the floor. Nina gasped as David kissed down her neck, his hands roaming over her curves as if to reassure himself she was still his. She pulled him closer, needing the physical closeness to wipe out the earlier harsh words. When he entered her, it was with a slow, intense thrust that drew a cry from both of them. They moved urgently, each sensation amplified by the adrenaline and remorse still coursing through their veins. Nina clung to him, wrapping her legs around his hips as they found a frantic rhythm. It felt like pouring all their apologies and love into each motion. Their climax was shattering—Nina sobbed out her release, half from pleasure, half from emotional overwhelm. David followed with a groan, holding her as if he’d never let go. In the aftermath, they remained entangled on the couch, rain drumming on the roof. David stroked Nina’s hair and whispered, "I love you, always." Nina snuggled into his chest, forgiving and forgiven. After the storm of their fight, they had found calm again in each other’s arms.

by Juan