Page 141 of Never Forever

I let out a long breath. “I haven’t had sex with anyone else, either.”

“Shut up. You’re lying.”

“I swear I’m not,” I said. “It was always such an effort, being with someone else. It never felt right. I decided at some point I could live off my hand and memories.”

It took some effort, but she got herself up on her elbow, so she could stare down at my face. I stared right back at her, pulling the thin fiery strands of hair from where they got caught in her eyelashes.

“Matt,” she said, still dubious.

“It’s only ever been us,” I said. “It’s only ever been you.”

Hours Later

Carrie

The storm kept raging.But we were our own storm.

I woke up to his hand between my legs and it was like the last ten years never happened. It was now and it was then and my body remembered everything.

Everything but the heartbreak.

“Matt,” I breathed, arching into his hands, my head bonking his nose. “Oh! Sorry-”

“Shhhh,” he said. His breath on my breasts. He kissed me, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

The air mattress had deflated and we were wedged in tightly together, in the very middle. The air mattress up around us. The air was cool but he was hot and I closed my eyes and let myself just feel everything.

His fingers knew me so well.

He lifted my leg and slid it over his, opening me up as much as could be done in this little crack we lived in now. His fingers slid between my legs. Slipping through my arousal, circling my clit and teasing my pussy.

“Look at me, Princess,” he whispered.

I blinked my eyes open and found him watching me. His eyes dark with lust. His face hard. Oh. God. Desire spiked. I felt like I was caught in his web. He was clearing out every doubt. Every worry. All that anger I’d been clinging to for years. He was fucking it right out of me during this storm. Two nights, but it was forever too.

He was going to turn this into forever if I let him.

I curled my leg over his hip and he managed to get a hand between us to position his cock against my pussy. I rolled, hepushed, and he was inside of me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head. How could it always feel so good? So perfect.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

I couldn’t resist him. I opened my eyes and he smiled at me, his hands pushing my hair off my face.

“So beautiful,” he said. I whimpered.

“Come on. Fuck me.”

I arched my hips, watching his face, using every muscle I had inside of my body to squeeze him.

“So good,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

This was the Matt I knew. The one who couldn’t shut up. Who demanded and praised. I missed him. I missed this. He squeezed my ass, clutching me against him, and I circled my hips, lifted my knee. Did everything I could to make him feel good.

Then, like he always did, just as his eyes were going hazy and his cheeks were flushing red, he stopped me. Held me still. Put his fingers between us so he could stroke my clit while we fucked. I would come first.

“No,” I said, and tried to push his hand away.

“Are you too sore?” he asked and tried to pull out of me. “I’m-”

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