“More.” I hadn’t even realized I’d said the words out loud.
But he reached for the button on my jeans and I didn’t stop him. I just kissed him harder. It only took me a second to unwrap my legs from around his waist and discard my jeans. His lips never parted from mine. He lifted me back up.
I had a million questions for him as he slammed my back against the wall again.
I was sure he had a million more for me.
But right now nothing else mattered.
I heard his pants unzip.
It was all wrong.
But it was also perfect.
I didn’t care if someone could walk in and see us. For just one fucking second I needed to stop feeling like my life had stopped. Like it should have been me in that car.
He groaned as he thrust inside me.
It felt like my heart was ripping out of my chest.
Yet it felt like coming home. I held him tighter. It felt so much like coming home.
And I just needed more.
I gripped the back of his neck harder as he slammed into me again. And again.
Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.
I’d only meant to kiss him. But this was a hell of a lot better to numb the pain.
All I could focus on was the building pleasure. And if I closed my eyes tight, I could just pretend we were back in high school. And he’d pulled me into the auditorium because he loved me. Just as much as I loved him.
How could I feel so numb, yet feel everything all at once?
Please don’t stop.
Matt’s hands wandered all over my body. My breasts. My ass. His fingers dug into my waist as he slammed into me harder.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. And I didn’t even realized I’d bit his lip until I tasted the blood. I wanted to touch him everywhere. And nowhere at all. But my hands were more willing than my head. I ran my fingers up underneath his shirt. It had been a lifetime since I’d touched him. Since I was wrapped up in him. His abs were more defined. The muscles on his back larger. All of him just felt bigger and more powerful. Like he was more capable of carrying all my pain for me.
A moan fell from my lips as he thrust even harder inside of me. God, I’d missed this feeling. Of being his.
I was glad the lights were off. It was easier to push away the feelings of love. Or whatever the fuck we had. And focus on the feeling of him inside of me. Of his fingers on my skin. His tongue swirling against mine.
I felt drunk. Drunk on him. Numb to the pain in my chest.
Homecoming - Chapter 43
Saturday
Matt
I pushed her bra up, exposing her breasts to me.
She was here.
I broke our kiss for the first time to pull her nipple into my mouth.
