Stormy nights
Disclaimer: They`re not mine. Not making any profit with them. Just having fun.
Note: This was written based on the first flashback scene in "Find me." Carol looked so incredibly beautiful and I just thought this was all because of Ezekiel.
"Here you go."
Ezekiel hands Carol a loaf of bread which she stuffs into her bag. There`s already some other supplies in it – dried meat, some cheese and fresh produce from the garden. She will be heading out to visit Daryl at his camp near the river and as every time she will be bringing him some food. Carol knows that her old friend is more than capable of providing for himself, but he`s always grateful for some supplies, especially things that he can`t find anywhere in the woods.
"Thank you."
Carol smiles at her husband, then closes the bag. Aside from the food, there`s also a warm blanket in it. It`s fall and the temperatures have already dropped considerably. Soon it would be getting really uncomfortable outside.
"You be careful out there, my Love."
Turning to face him, Carol wraps her arms around Ezekiel`s middle.
"I`m always careful."
"I know." Ezekiel hugs her back, looking down at her with a tender expression on his face.
He fully trusts Carol`s ability to take care of herself. Before she came to the Kingdom, her and her friends had long been living outside any protective walls. Her skills to survive were magnificent. Carol was a born leader, a survivor and Ezekiel deeply admired his wife for it. But still, he always worried about her whenever she left the Kingdom – just as she worried about him when he did so.
Tilting her chin up, Carol innocently bats her eyelashes at him, the corners of her mouth curving upwards in the cutest little smile.
"You could come with me. It would be a lot more fun."
Squeezing her affectionately, Ezekiel shakes his head apologetically.
"Sorry, baby, maybe another time. We have important work to do today. The stables need to be fixed before the next storm hits us. Which, according to Jerry, could be very soon."
Of course, Carol knew that. A couple days ago a strike of lightning set the back part of the stables on fire. Luckily, none of the animals were harmed, but the roof and some beams were severely damaged and needed to be replaced. Carol loves Ezekiel for his loyalty and responsibility towards his people. He may be the King, but it wasn`t beyond him to help with the daily work. She knew that he actually enjoyed it very much, especially when animals were involved.
Too bad this work couldn`t be postponed because she really would have loved for him to accompany her on her trip. For a moment, Carol considers delaying her plan to go out today, but then decides to stick to it. The next storm would come rather sooner than later, and she wants to fix Daryl up with the supplies before it hits.
Pressing up closer against him, Carol cups Ezekiel`s cheek with her right hand, caressing him with her thumb.
"I promise I`ll be back long before it gets dark."
She captures his lips with her own in a sweet kiss, telling him without words how much she loves him. Reluctantly, they part, but they remain frozen in their position, holding each other tight. At times, like right in this moment, it just seemed impossible for them to let go, losing themselves in each other`s eyes. A grin is forming on Ezekiel`s face, causing Carol to roll her eyes at him. Grabbing his face now with both of her hands, she pulls him down for another kiss, a more passionate one.
Forcing herself to take a step backwards, Carol grabs the bag from the counter and flings it over her shoulder. Her eyes are still fixed on Ezekiel`s and she`s grinning now, too.
"See you in a couple hours."
"I cannot wait to have you back in my arms, my Queen."
There`s a distinct teasing gleam in Ezekiel`s eyes and so Carol does what any good wife would do – she sticks her tongue out at him. Turning around, she marches out the door, throwing over her shoulder "Try not to fall off the roof!"
The last thing she hears before stepping outside is Ezekiel`s throaty laughter. God, she loved that man!
Her trip down to Daryl`s camp goes by uneventfully. He`s not there, but Carol finds him a little ways south of the camp on the other side of the river. He doesn`t seem to be in the mood to talk to her and so Carol simply throws him the bag with the supplies and after just a couple minutes she is on her way back home to the Kingdom.
Carol doesn`t mind. She usually never stays very long when she comes down here. The purpose of her visits is simple. She wants to make sure that Daryl is okay, and she wants to remind him that his friends still care about him and he is always welcome to come back to the communities. She doesn`t want him to feel abandoned just because everyone else was moving on with their lives while he was still stuck.
When she reaches her horse, the wind picks up in intensity and she wraps her long cardigan tighter around her body. Mounting the horse, Carol spurs it on, falling into a fast gallop. She really wants to be back home before the storm hits.
As the wind keeps increasing, Carol bows down further over her horses' neck, holding the reigns in a tight grip. Before she came to the Kingdom, Carol had never been sitting on a horse in her life. And although she`d been a little uncomfortable at first, she had been intent on learning how to ride. And who could have been a better teacher than a former zookeeper? Ezekiel had a way with animals that amazed and deeply touched her.
In her first few weeks in the Kingdom, they spend a lot of time together at the stables and he taught her everything she needed to know. Slowly, Carol lost her reservations with the animals. During that time, she not only fell in love with Ezekiel, she also fell in love with the horses. Especially the one she was riding right now. The white mare has been her favorite from the beginning. They have developed a close connection, the animal reacting to every little sign Carol was giving her.
She keeps riding faster and faster, practically flying over the weathered road, jumping over any obstacles that block her way. Yes, Ezekiel indeed trained her well. Her shoulder-long hair is blowing in the wind. It`s chilly but Carol doesn`t mind. She feels absolutely carefree riding like this, thinking of the many times her and Ezekiel were riding out together. She really wishes he would be here with her now, racing on his horse alongside her.
Carol reaches the Kingdom in record time, deliberately slowing her horse down before coming into the guards' view so as not to alarm them. Once inside, she jumps off the horse, affectionately petting the animal`s nostrils. One of the guards approaches her.
"We`re glad you`re back, Your Majesty. Looks like this is going to be one hell of a thunderstorm."
Carol usually doesn`t like to be addressed like this. Even though she accepted that Ezekiel was the King even before they started their relationship, it still felt strange to her that the people of the Kingdom had started to consider her the Queen. She didn`t mind being a leader, she was good at it. But being a Queen? Carol just didn`t see herself as one. At least not for the public. She did like to be Ezekiel`s queen, though. He often calls her by that term of endearment, sometimes just to tease her, but she knows that he always means it from the bottom of his heart. Her protesting against it or rolling her eyes at him is a game between them, a loving banter, but Carol is certain that Ezekiel knows that deep down she loves it when he calls her his queen.
Right now, she is not in the mood to reprimand William, still high on endorphins from her wild ride. Looking up at the sky, Carol silently agrees with him. It wasn`t raining yet, but the dark clouds were looming dangerously low, the wind still rushing around them.
"I`m glad to be home, too. Is the King still at the stables?"
"Yes, he is. They are still working on the roof."
"Thank you, William."
Her horse in tow, Carol marches over to the stables. She doesn`t see Ezekiel right away, but she can hear the men working in the back part of the building. When she is about to lead her horse into its box, she`s surprised to find her son there.
"Henry!"
"Hey, mom. I`ve been cleaning the box and just brought in some fresh hay."
"Thank you." Carol gives him a loving peck on his forehead, grateful for her boy`s thoughtfulness. It`s one of the things that he has in common with his father and something that Carol loves and admires about both of them.
"Do you want me to help you with unsaddling her?"
"Yeah, sure. Do you mind starting on your own? I want to tell dad that I`m back."
"No problem, mom."
Ruffling his hair, Carol turns around and walks down the aisle in search of her husband. Ezekiel has already spotted her and climbs down the ladder, approaching her with a big smile on his face.
"You`re back early."
"Yeah, well, it seems my visit was ill-timed today."
Ezekiel`s arms wrap around her, his eyes bathing her with his warmth.
"I`m just glad you`re back safe."
Carol`s arms sneak around Ezekiel`s neck. "Me too. I missed you out there today."
She looks stunning, her hair all messy from the wind, her cheeks still tainted red from the cold. Her eyes are shining, deep blue seas, mesmerizing him. Ezekiel can`t stop himself from stealing a kiss. He tries to keep it light, knowing that there are many people around, but Carol immediately pulls him back, her softly parted lips capturing his, caressing him sensuously.
When she pulls back, the blush on her cheeks is not just from the cold anymore. Remembering where they were, Carol loosens her hold on him, her hands just lightly resting on Ezekiel`s hips.
"So, uhm," she clears her throat, then licks her lips, fully aware of her husband`s eyes on her mouth. "How`s the work going here?"
Her eyes drift up to the roof. There`s still a gaping hole in it. Looking back at Ezekiel she raises an eyebrow questioningly. He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.
"We had some difficulties with the beams which set us back on the roof. The wind isn`t helping, either. But we`ll get it done."
"Anything I can help with?"
Ezekiel`s left hand tenderly cups her cheek. "No, baby. There`s no need for you to be out here in this weather. We can handle this." He tips his chin forward, indicating the direction Carol came from. "Henry is waiting for you."
Carol turns her head, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Yeah. Will you be home for supper?"
Now both pairs of eyes look at the hole in the roof, then back at each other.
"Not making any promises."
Ezekiel is not home for supper. After helping Henry with her horse, mother and son went home together. Henry still had some homework to do which he did in the kitchen while Carol was cooking some soup and baking fresh bread. They waited for Ezekiel to come home, but when he still wasn`t back more than an hour after their usual supper time, Carol and Henry ate alone. They cleaned up together and then got comfy in the living room.
As often, Henry challenged Carol for a game of chess. Ezekiel had started to teach Henry and now he was trying to play as often as possible. Carol wasn`t as good as Ezekiel, but she could keep up with Henry, at least for the time being. She was certain that sooner than later she would start losing frequently against her son. It didn`t bother her at all.
After his second win that evening, Henry grins at his mother in the same charming way his father always does.
"Sorry, mom."
Carol playfully narrows her eyes at him. "You are not."
Laughing, Henry gathers the chessmen. "Do you want revenge?"
Smiling herself, Carol takes the pieces from his hands. "Yes, but not tonight. Time for you to go to bed, you have school tomorrow."
Henry knows better than to argue with his mother, so he just sighs dramatically, but gets up from the table.
"Can I read?"
"Half an hour."
"Okay. Good night, mom."
"Good night, Henry." He hugs Carol before retreating to his room, his mind already focused on the book waiting for him on his nightstand.
Carol stows away the game then sits down on the sofa, waiting for her husband to come home.
Outside, thunder is beginning to rumble.
Ezekiel finally returns about forty minutes later. When Carol hears him at the front door, she walks out into the hallway to meet him. He`s just hanging up his coat, giving her an apologetic smile.
"I`m sorry it has gotten this late. The work turned out to be more difficult than expected. Is Henry in bed already?"
"Yeah, he is. Though his nose is probably still stuck in a book."
Chuckling, Ezekiel steps closer, his arms wrapping around his wife in a tight hug. Carol presses her nose against his cheek, deeply inhaling his scent.
"You are ice cold. Come on, I`ll heat you some soup", she murmurs into his beard.
"That sounds fantastic."
While Carol heats the soup, Ezekiel tells her about the problems he and his men had when trying to fix the roof of the stables. Placing a plate of steaming soup in front of him as well as some slices of bread, she then sits down beside him at the table.
"Do you think it will hold? Sounds like this storm might even be worse than the last."
As if on cue another loud rumbling of thunder is exploding outside. Carol and Ezekiel exchange a glance.
"I think it will." Ezekiel finishes the last spoons of his soup, then gets up to get some more.
"This is delicious. So, tell me about your trip. Didn`t you find Daryl at his camp?"
"Oh, I found him at the river. But he didn`t really want to talk. I told him that Maggie left Hilltop. It didn`t seem to bother him. He wants to move further up the river."
Ezekiel studies Carol`s face.
"I know that you don`t like him being out there on his own. But he is more skilled than anyone else to survive in the wild. He`ll be fine."
"I know that. I`m not worried because he`s living outside. I just think that maybe he does it for the wrong reasons. And that he doesn`t know when to stop."
Popping the last bit of his bread into his mouth, Ezekiel regards Carol with an amused expression on his face.
"He is stubborn. It`s something that you two have in common, my Love."
Carol narrows her eyes at him. Of course, she knows that Ezekiel was totally right about that. He reaches for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
"He knows that he is always welcome here or in Hilltop or in Alexandria, right? He`ll be coming back when he is ready to."
"Yeah, I know."
Ezekiel raises their joined hands to place a kiss on Carol`s. "He is lucky to have a friend like you."
"Mhm." Carol gets up from her chair, stepping closer to Ezekiel. Grabbing his face with both of her hands, she bows down, her face hovering over his. "And you are lucky to have me as your wife, mister."
Ezekiel`s face immediately lights up with the brightest smile. "I sure am the luckiest man in the world."
Grinning back at him, Carol closes the gap between them, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. Ezekiel is the one to pull back eventually, a deep sigh escaping his throat.
"I think I really need a shower now."
"Good idea."
Carol gathers his dishes and walks over to the sink.
"And if you happen to find our son still awake tell him to put that book away now."
Chuckling, Ezekiel leaves the kitchen. "As you wish, my dear."
Upstairs he stops by Henry`s room, who – of course – is still immersed in his book and barely looks up when his father walks in.
"Hey, dad."
"Henry. Time to shut out the lights now."
"Can I at least finish this chapter?"
"It`s late already, son. Your mom will be coming up here in a couple minutes. Do you want to argue with her?"
Father and son exchange a knowing glance. Both of them know full well that sometimes arguing with Carol was not recommendable. Sighing, Henry shuts the book and places it on his nightstand. Ezekiel bows down to tuck him in, kissing his forehead in the process. He then turns to shut off the petroleum lamp.
"Sleep well, my boy."
"Good night, dad."
When Carol comes up a few minutes later, she briefly peaks into Henry`s room, smiling when she finds the boy deep asleep. Closing the door of her and Ezekiel`s bedroom behind her, she takes a look around the room. Ezekiel has already turned down the covers and lit some candles, casting everything in a soft glow. Despite the raging storm outside the room looked cozy, relaxing her immediately.
This room was Carol`s favorite place in the entire world. Nowhere else did she feel as safe and comfortable as within these four walls. It was their sanctuary, the place where nothing else mattered but the two of them. Here they could be just Carol and Ezekiel. No king, no queen, just two people who were deeply in love with each other.
The water in the adjoining bathroom is being turned off, telling her that her husband has finished his shower. Throwing her cardigan onto the bed and pulling off her boots, Carol walks over to the bathroom door which is slightly ajar. She pushes it open, catching sight of Ezekiel drying himself off. Her heartbeat immediately speeds up seeing his dark wet skin on display for her. Even four years into their relationship just seeing his naked body could turn her into a puddle of want and desire.
Casually leaning against the doorframe, Carol watches him, her emotions a swirling cascade within her. Today was one of those days where Ezekiel had been constantly on her mind. Her love for him was surrounding her like a living thing, drowning out everything else. The need to touch him, to show him how much she loves him was overwhelming. Her skin is prickling with her need, but she keeps herself in check, for now satisfied with just watching him.
"Is he sleeping?"
Ezekiel fastens the towel around his hips and steps over to the sink, filling it with some water. He opens a drawer and pulls out his razor. He throws a sideways glance at Carol and freezes on the spot, the razor in his hand all but forgotten. Her posture, the way she was looking at him, the way she seemed to be glowing from within, it hypnotizes him. To him, she always was beautiful but right in this moment she was much more than that. She was simply –
"Breathtaking."
Ezekiel doesn`t even realize that he was talking out loud, his eyes still fixed on his wife. The smile on Carol`s face gets deeper, her whole body reacting to him. Unable to keep away any longer she straightens, walking over to Ezekiel, just stopping mere inches from him. Their eyes hold each other captive, looking right into their souls. Her left hand lands on his abdomen while the other one is trailing down his left arm, gently extricating the razor from his hand.
"Let me?"
Ezekiel almost imperceptibly nods his head, his lips curling up in a sexy little smile. "I`m all yours."
Carol bites her lips, deliberately denying herself the pleasure of kissing him. Tearing her gaze from him she looks at her hand instead, following it with her eyes as she slowly slides it up over Ezekiel`s chest, her wedding ring reflecting the light. Her fingers glide over his neck, then grab his chin, tilting it up and to the side. Raising the razor, Carol holds it to his throat, the sharp blade gently scratching over his skin.
Ezekiel`s hands land on her hips, desperate to touch her.
"Hey, don`t move. You don`t want me to cut you, do you?!" Carol whispers, her grip tightening on his jaw. She keeps sliding the blade over his heated skin, from his ear down to his throat, then switching to the other side, neatly trimming his full beard. When she is satisfied with her work, she puts the razor down, cleaning it in the water. Then she runs her wet fingers over Ezekiel`s neck and cheeks, pulling his face close to hers.
"I love the way your beard feels under my fingers."
Ezekiel pulls her impossibly closer, pressing her body against his as she runs her nose through his beard.
"Is that so?" His lips ever so lightly brush against hers.
"And I love how it feels when you kiss me."
Carol`s voice is barely more than a whisper, thick with her desire for him. Ezekiel doesn`t need more of an invitation. His lips touch hers passionately, his tongue sneaking out to beg permission to her mouth. She grants it willingly. Their hands roam over each other`s bodies, groping anywhere they can reach as they kiss each other hungrily.
When they part, they remain pressed together, breathing heavily through parted lips. They look at each other with hooded eyes, smiling dazedly. Carol`s fingers slowly slide over Ezekiel`s broad back to his hips, loosening the towel around his hips. It flutters to the floor, his erection poking into her abdomen.
"You are overdressed." Ezekiel`s deep voice flutters over her, goosebumps rising all over her body.
"Yes." Interlacing her fingers with his, Carol retreats backwards into the bedroom, pulling Ezekiel with her. Their eyes don`t leave each other for a second. They come to a stop when Carol`s legs hit the side of their bed. Ezekiel`s mouth finds hers again, devouring her, his fingers weaving into the softness of her hair.
"Zeke. Please."
He reacts to her urgent plea right away, the low breathless whisper making all his hairs stand on end. His fingers slip under the hem of Carol`s simple long-sleeved black shirt, pushing it over her head and dropping it to the floor. Her bra is next, but not before appreciating the view of her milky breasts hugged by the dark material. As soon as she is free of it, Carol presses up against Ezekiel again, her taut nipples tantalizingly rubbing against his chest.
She slides her arms around his neck, the feeling of his heavy dreads caressing her skin arousing her even further. Carol playfully nips on Ezekiel`s lips, then soothes them with her tongue, all the while staring into his eyes, tempting him. He doesn`t disappoint her. Popping the button of her jeans open, he pushes them down her legs along with her panties. Carol steps out of them, kicking them to the side carelessly. A second later, Ezekiel`s large hands are on her buttocks, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around him as he turns and lowers them down on the mattress.
For a while they just hold each other tight, kissing, caressing, almost forgetting to breathe. Their groins move against each other just the tiniest bit, sweet torture heightening their need to be one. Lifting his body a little, Ezekiel pushes himself upright, kneeling between Carol`s spread legs. His eyes drift over the alluring sight of her body splayed out before him – from her tousled hair, over her perfectly shaped breasts, down her flat tummy to the place he longs to be.
"Excited, are we?!" His eyes are black pools of desire, but there`s a teasing gleam in them.
Carol doesn`t bother with giving an answer. Raising her upper body, she leans back on her forearms, a seductive smile grazing her features. Drawing her legs up, she places her feet against Ezekiel`s chest. Denied the sight of her sweet place, Ezekiel`s eyes drift to her feet – a bright smile appearing on his face.
Carol was still wearing her socks. He pulls them off and throws them aside, tickling her feet in the process. She starts giggling, trying to free her feet, but Ezekiel holds her ankles in a tight grip. Lowering his face, he starts nipping on them, then runs his tongue over the soles of Carol`s feet. She stops squirming, her laughter turning into a deep moan. When he releases her again, she sits up, scratching her fingernails over his stomach and chest.
"Lie back."
Ezekiel looks down into Carol`s upturned face, again marveling at the way she seemed to be glowing. Her face is all soft, completely open, her eyes sparkling. She was an angel. His angel. Cupping her cheeks, he steals an open-mouthed kiss, then does what she asked of him. He gets comfortable leaning against the headrest in a half lying, half sitting position, waiting for her next move.
Carol comes crawling over him with a predatory smile, sitting down on his lap, grinding her groin against his. She takes her time admiring the sight Ezekiel makes, sliding her palms over his nicely muscled torso, teasing his pecs with her short nails. The deep moan falling from his throat makes her stomach quiver with want, the hidden pearl between her legs throbbing with need.
Her eyes drift to the object of her desire. His erection is rock-hard, lying against his stomach, begging for her attention. Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, Carol runs her fingers over it, squeezing lightly. Another deep moan from Ezekiel fills the air between them, his fingers digging into her upper thighs. Her grip on him tightens in response, her hand languidly sliding up and down his length.
"Feeling good?"
Ezekiel answers her question with a humming sound, his hands sliding further up her body. He cups her breasts, squeezing them, then runs his thumbs around her tightly puckered nipples.
"Very", he murmurs.
Leaning forward a bit, Carol moves her lips over Ezekiel`s sensually, the soft ends of her hair tickling his face. They keep up their maddening touches, driving each other of their minds. When it`s not enough anymore, Carol lets go of him so she can slide her wet folds over his shaft. The friction on her clit is intense, almost enough to make her come. Oh God, how she wants to come!
Pushing up on her knees and forearms, she looks down into Ezekiel`s face.
"Watch."
His eyes dart down, watching in fascination as she slides down on his cock oh so slowly. Carol tries to keep her eyes on Ezekiel`s face, but the pleasure is so intense that her eyes squeeze shut involuntarily, her lips parting in an audible gasp. She loves the way he is stretching her, filling her.
Giving in to her body`s needs, Carol starts moving her hips. Ezekiel`s hands slide from her breasts to her back and down to her buttocks. He`s not guiding her, satisfied with the way she moves against him. Grabbing the iron bars of the headrest, Carol slowly increases the speed of her movements. Her face is level with Ezekiel`s. Urged on by his hot gaze she doubles her efforts, seeking completion. Their mouths fuse together, exchanging deep wet smooches as their bodies slide against each other.
When she feels her orgasm coming, Carol tears her mouth away from Ezekiel, bracing herself on her outstretched arms on his chest. With her head thrown back, she grinds against him, her inner walls clamping down on him forcefully. Ezekiel watches the pleasure wash over her face, her features contorting in pure ecstasy. As always, he is deeply touched to witness this miracle, to share this intimacy with Carol. Having her let go in his arms, the deep trust she is putting into him is the most precious thing to him.
Slumping forward, Carol weaves her fingers into Ezekiel`s hair, her thumbs brushing over his mustache. She looks down at him with the most gorgeous smile on her lips, droplets of sweat glistening on her forehead. Ezekiel brushes them away tenderly.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
The look on Carol`s face turns all soft. "You make me feel beautiful."
It was the absolute truth. He pulls her face down for a leisurely kiss, moaning into her mouth when she starts wriggling her butt.
"We have some unfinished business here", she murmurs against his lips.
"Oh, yeah, we do. I wanna see that look on your face again!"
It`s Carol`s turn to moan as Ezekiel starts thrusting up into her body in a slow rhythm, reigniting her lust for him. She has no doubt that she`ll be coming again in no time. Her body was so responsive to Ezekiel`s touch that sometimes just the whisper of a caress could set her on fire. Tonight was no different. He had been invading her thinking all day, her mind acutely aware of her feelings for him, the connection they shared with each other. Her body had been yearning for him during every second of the day.
She was ravenous for him as he was for her.
Outside, the storm was picking up again as was their desire for each other.
Pushing herself into a sitting position again, Carol uses the strength of her thighs to meet Ezekiel`s thrusts. With his hands on her hips, he watches the soft swaying of her breasts. He is drawn to them like a magnet. Rising his upper body as well, his mouth latches on to a rosy nipple, drawing a soft cry from Carol. Ezekiel`s hands grab her ass again, helping her move against him. He keeps torturing the sensitive nubs with his tongue, switching from one to the other, driving her completely out of her mind.
Carol is in heaven, the pleasure coursing through her body from head to toe. Digging her fingers into Ezekiel`s biceps she lets herself fall completely, surrendering to the power of his touch, his love. There isn`t anything better than this. He takes her higher and higher, intent on making her shatter in his arms once more. The slight changes in her moaning, the tightening of her grip on him is telling him that she is close.
"Carol."
The sound of her name on his lips makes her open her eyes, staring at him through hooded lids. When he is sure to have her attention, Ezekiel slips a hand between their bodies, pressing his thumb to her clit. It`s swollen and hard and slippery with her arousal and oh so sensitive. It only takes a couple of swipes to set Carol off, the pleasure so intense she`s almost losing consciousness. She completely loses control of her body, convulsing in delicious shocks.
Ezekiel holds her tightly through her climax. His eyes are trained on her face which is illuminated by the almost constant lightning bolts flashing outside their window. It`s something so beautiful, so powerful, he almost forgets to breathe. The force of Carol`s orgasm threatens to overwhelm him. His body wants nothing more than to follow her into oblivion, but his mind wants to hang on, wants to prolong this electrifying pleasure for her and for himself.
Coming back to her senses somewhat, Carol immediately searches for Ezekiel`s gaze. He`s grinning at her, sweat streaming down his face and his body. Sliding her arms around his neck, she forcefully takes possession of his mouth, desperate for his taste. Ezekiel eagerly responds, sinking back against the pillows with his arms tightly wrapped around Carol`s body.
She`s devouring his mouth, robbing him of the last bit of his self-control. Planting his feet on the mattress, Ezekiel drives himself up into her body, the feeling of her wet sheath surrounding him, hugging him, completely driving him out of his mind. Light-headed from the lack of oxygen, they separate, panting into each other`s faces.
"You`re feeling so good. Don`t stop, please!"
Carol`s whole body is shaking, the exertion only heightening her arousal. Her head drops to Ezekiel`s shoulder, but she forces herself to meet him thrust for thrust. He`s the center of her world, nothing else exists but him and she just can`t get enough of him – his strong arms surrounding her, his hardness spearing in and out of her, the smell of his sweaty skin, the rapid beating of his heart under her palm.
Her tongue darts out to lick at his skin, her lips closing over his racing pulse point. He`s swelling inside her and she knows that he is about to come. She wants it badly, wants him to fill her.
"Yes, please!"
Ezekiel is beyond thinking, acting on pure instinct. He`s doubling his efforts, their bodies slapping wetly against each other. They reach their peak together just as the storm outside reaches its peak, the loud crackling of thunder right above them drowning out their mutual cries of ecstasy.
It seems to take forever until they have their heartbeats back under control, not the least bit of strength left in them.
"That was just…"
"…earth-shattering?"
Ezekiel lets out a low chuckle, just slightly turning his head to brush his lips over Carol`s damp forehead.
"Yeah."
"I don`t think I`ll ever be able to move again." Her voice sounds just as tired as she feels.
"Then we`ll just lay here together until we`re old and shriveled. I`m sure someone will stop by and bring us some food once in a while", Ezekiel quips.
The sound of Carol`s soft laughter brings a smile to his lips. He just loves to make her laugh. With some effort, Carol tilts her head up, tipping her index finger against Ezekiel`s chin to make him look at her.
"I do wanna grow old with you. You are everything I ever wanted in my life."
The deep emotion he sees reflected in her eyes makes his heart explode with happiness and love.
"So are you." He bows down to gently kiss her, then rubs his nose against hers. Carol can`t suppress the hearty yawn, sheepishly looking up at him. Stealing another kiss, Ezekiel gently pushes her off his body, ignoring her mumbled protest. He turns around to shut off the lights on his side of the bed, then leans over Carol`s body to do the same on her side. Shuffling her a little bit to the side to avoid the wet spot on the sheets, he then spoons up behind her, burying his nose in her hair.
They fall asleep to the rushing sound of the rain falling outside, utterly satisfied and at peace with themselves.
TBC
