Something Forever
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Matthew’s eyes grew wider than I had ever seen before. He was thoroughly turned on and I loved knowing that I could make him feel this way. The last thing I heard before he stripped off his jeans and sweater was the word, “Fuck.”
After flipping me over with one swift move, he pulled my thighs to him so that my feet touched the floor. My back was toward him and my arms were tucked in. Spreading my legs with his knee, Matthew lightly pressed his chest on my back and entered. I was already climaxing from all the build up he had inflicted on me.
When Matthew wrapped his arm under my thigh and started rubbing my clit while he was rocking me, I was brought to another level of ecstasy. Oh my God! It felt so freakin’ good. I didn’t want this to be a quickie. Just when I thought we were done, Matthew flipped me over again and lifted me onto the bed. I was now facing him.
Anchoring my leg over his shoulder, he pushed down, making my knees bend. Gazing lovingly into my eyes, he said softly, “I’m all in. You’ve got all of me. Now you’re going to pay for your teasing.” He gave a wicked grin.
The way he had me positioned gave him a deeper access to me. I could feel him to the depth of my core. His words and actions made me utterly weak. I surrendered to him, allowing him to take me, all of me. He felt so amazing and I didn’t want him to stop, yet I couldn’t take any more as I climaxed again and again.
“I want to live inside of you and never come out,” Matthew murmured against my ear. Hearing low groans, I knew Matthew’s will had been spent.
“Then live and breathe inside and never come out,” I managed to say before I completely came undone. Matthew and I had climaxed together. He dropped down next to me, panting like he had run a mile. Out of breath, I turned to him with a smile. With our eyes locked on each other, we fell into a deeper level of connection...a deeper level of understanding...a deeper level of us.
Matthew
“You want to talk about your friend?” I asked, holding Becca’s hand with one hand while the other held the steering wheel. She had been quiet for quite some time and I could tell something was on her mind. We were headed to her friend’s gravesite, and I knew there was more to her story then she had shared with me before.
Becca looked at me for a second, then focused elsewhere. “Her name was Amber. She was my best friend and roommate.”
I waited for Becca to tell me more, but she stopped. “And?” I dragged out the word. “You already told me that. Tell me something I don’t know.”
Becca released a deep sigh. “She died from a car accident.”
I signaled left, turning when it was clear. “You already told me that, too.” It was like pulling teeth whenever I asked for more information regarding her friend.
“There isn’t much to tell,” she sighed. “My friend drove drunk and killed herself. I tried to stop her, but she didn’t listen. I probably should have tried harder, but I was out of it myself. I was a shitty friend. Friends don’t let other friends drive drunk...remember?” Becca rambled quickly. Her tone was harsh, but I could tell there was a lot of self-blame.
I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it, then placed our joined hands on my thigh to rest. “It’s not your fault. She should’ve known better. I’m not passing judgments. I’ve done stupid things myself. At least she took only her own life. It would have sucked if she’d taken someone else’s life, too.” I was thinking of Tessa at that point. A drunk driver had taken her life, something that could have been avoided.
When Becca stiffened and pulled her hand away from mine, I knew I had said something to offend her. “I didn’t mean—”
“I know,” Becca cut me off. “It’s nothing.”
When we stopped at a red light, I examined her from the corner of my eyes. She was not her usual friendly self. In fact, she was jumpy and fidgety, as if she was trying to hide a secret. The sound of plastic crinkling from the bouquet of flowers was irritating. Becca couldn’t stop messing with it. Looking deep in thought, she had no idea what she was doing until I took her hand away from it.
“Sorry. I was just thinking,” she said when she finally realized her repeated gestured.
“That’s okay.” I paused to turn right. “We’re here.”
I didn’t know why, but going to gravesites filled me with both dread and serenity. Looking to my left and right, there were many fresh flowers. It indicated that their loved ones had visited recently.
“Turn left, up ahead,” Becca said. “I think that’s it.”
After I did as instructed, I parked. “Here?” I asked.
Becca glanced around and nodded. “Yes. I remember those two trees. It’s been a while, but I never forget those trees.”
I had no idea what she meant. “Those trees” she was talking about looked exactly the same as any other trees. Women, go figure. Opening the passenger’s door, I helped her out of the car. Becca looked up to the sky before she took a step. I looked up, too—curious as to why she did—but all I saw were puffy clouds. Perhaps she was saying a little prayer. Who knew? However, I didn’t ask. Now was not the time to ask what she was thinking. I could just imagine because I had been in the same situation before. The first time coming back to the gravesite after the funeral was always the hardest, no matter how many years had passed.
Following Becca on the grass, I stopped when she did. Little did Becca know that I had planned to come here late that afternoon to meet up with Tessa’s sister, Teresa. Visiting Tessa at her gravesite was my plan, but Teresa had called that morning asking to meet with me. I had put off telling Becca because I knew how distraught she was about coming here. I didn’t want to add any more stress on her plate.