Page 145 of Never Forever

“You didn’t have sex with anyone after me. You made this house for me. Why?”

His face was hard, his cheeks going red. “You’re going to make me say it.”

I nodded. My heart was beating so hard I was practically dizzy. “It’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?”

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I never thought I’d get another chance with you and I built this house so I could feel close to you. You don’t have to love me,” he said. “I get it if you can’t. But I will love you enough for both of us, because I’ve been doing it all this time.”

We spentthe night in his bed. In his house. The house we thought of when we had no idea what the world had in store for us. When we were kids.

Just kids.

Maybe it was time to forgive that scared kid who’d hurt me. Maybe it was time to give both of us another chance.

“Carrie,” he moaned, his hands in my hair. He tried to pull me up his body but I resisted, taking his cock deep into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head and found a rhythm that made him arch into me. “Fuck. Honey. Come up here.”

No. I was on a mission here. Mr. Control was going to lose it. It was time. I might not be able to build him a house. Or tell him yet, that I loved him. But I could make his toes curl and show him he was safe with me.

Against my lips he got harder and salty cum leaked into my mouth. I moaned, restless. I wanted to reach a hand down to my clit but I wasn’t about to be distracted. This was for him. All for him.

“What do you need from me?”

Nope. Not getting distracted.

“My fingers. My tongue. Get up here and come on my face.”

I shook my head no, squeezing his balls in my hand.

“That’s right,” he muttered. “You want my cock. You want me to fucking fill you up. All the way-”

“Matt!” I cried, letting him out of my mouth with a soft wet pop. “You’re killing me!”

That was the advantage he needed. He grabbed me by the waist, threw me on my back and went down on me like he wasat the end of his rope and my pussy was the knot. I came but it wasn’t enough. I did need him to fill me up.

“Matt,” I groaned, “come on.”

He let me pull him up my body. He let me wrap my legs around his waist and use my hand to slide his dick into my pussy. He let me love him with my body when I couldn’t say it with my words.

“I’m going to come again,” I whispered.

“Come with me,” he said, and we held onto each other as tight as we could. Like the world was going to pull us apart again and we wouldn’t let it.

Sweating, chests heaving, we lay side by side on his bed.

“So much better than the air mattress,” I joked, and collapsed back on his bed.

“And the floor.”

“I still think I like the back of the truck best.”

“Well, give me five minutes and I’ll take you out there.”

I looked at the ceiling and then over at him.

“You know, eventually you’re going to need to tell me why you did it.”

I didn’t have to say whatitwas. We both knew.

“I know. But I wanted you to see this first. So you would understand how deep it all ran.”

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