Sometimes I am amazed at the power of a word. Well it wasn't actually the word, it was the way He said it. I guess it was the emotion behind the word that moved me so much.

We were having sex (which is not unusual for us, sometimes it seems to be all we do) and I had come twice already and Mac was on the verge of coming Himself when His phone rang. He had a choice, finish it really quickly and answer the phone, leave the phone to ring out and know that whoever it was would ring back in the exact nanosecond it stopped ringing or stop, answer the phone and then finish having sex with me. He stopped and told me He would be a minute or two and that I should keep myself on the edge.

I did, for the first 20 minutes of the call and then I couldn't hold it any longer and I came. I dragged a pillow over my face and grunted into it, hoping that the person on the phone couldn't hear. Mac took very little notice of me. I don't know what the phone call was about but it was obviously some problem that required all of His attention and it was obviously going to take a long time. I lay in the bed watching Him for a while, and then got up. As I walked past Him He patted me on the ass. I turned to look at Him and noticed He was still hard even though He was still absorbed in the phone call. I climbed back into bed.

It was 50 minutes all up before He got off the phone. He grumbled a sentence or two that a nice girl wouldn't repeat, then climbed over my body. He still wanted to come. I eagerly took Him inside me and I wrapped my legs around Him and tangled my fingers in His hair and I did all the things I know He loves. I felt the stirrings of arousal as He whispered dirty things in my ear but He was so much closer to orgasm than I was that I wasn't really allowing myself to get too worked up. I had already come three times, I didn't mind not coming again, this was just to make Him come. Just for Him. Then, He said it. He was right there, right on the very edge of orgasm. He was in that space where wild horses could not have dragged Him back from coming, there was nothing no one could have done to make Him stop and He gasped out 'Sarah'.

My lower abdomen convulsed with the rawness in His voice. It was pure feeling. My whole body shook.

'Come with me,' He gasped and suddenly I was right there with Him. I pulled His hair and dragged His lips to mine and we groaned and growled and grunted into each other's mouths. I held onto Him tightly. I couldn't let go. I was afraid that if I did, I would disappear. I wanted Him to say my name again but I knew that if He did, I would come crashing back to reality so I just kept imagining it over and over again, all of that emotion poured into that one word. My name. Sarah.

'Baby,' He whispered and it was gone. I was crying and I didn't even know. He kissed my tears and held me for a moment. He loved me. Then He looked at the time and swore. He was supposed to be at the office in ten minutes and He hadn't showered yet. He abused the phone because it had made Him late. It made me smile. He made it seem like our sex was a necessity He couldn't have gone without.

Sometimes, Mac says 'I love you' in the most unusual ways.

I heard it loud and clear.