Page 37 of Never Forever

“God, Matt,” she said when her body had stilled. She lay, sweaty and crumpled on the seat of the truck. Flushed and…pornographic.

I had a flash in my brain of all the things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to fuck her tits. Come on her chest. Her face. I wanted to flip her on her stomach and touch her asshole. I wanted to drive my dick into her mouth…

It was like sex on steroids, but I knew I couldn’t do any of that. I had to go slowly. This was the first time for both of us and I wasn’t an animal.

“Here,” she breathed, and sat up. She tore open the condom and I pulled off my shorts and boxers. I clenched my teeth and my fists hard, praying for control as she figured out how to put the condom on me.

“Oops,” she said and rolled the condom back up. “I don’t think…”

I pushed her hands away, bit my lip and got the condom on myself. This was happening. It needed to happen.

“Are you okay?” I asked, clinging to whatever control I had left.

“Yes. Matt, it’s good. I’m ready. Are you?” she asked and laid down.

Her eyes were bright, that smile on her lips made me want to make her come again. Made me want to show her all the ways I could make her come. Make it so no one in her life would ever make her come like me…

“I want to…”

“Fuck me,” she said.

Control snapped. I spread her legs out wide and pressed the head of my dick to that sweet tender opening of her body. That heavenly fucking…

She whimpered.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, my eyes screwed shut. My hands in fists beside her hips.

“No. No…it’s good. Just…”

It was too late. She said good and it was all I heard. I shoved myself inside of her. It was like being clutched in a hot wet fist. I couldn’t breathe. My brain was empty.

“Carrie,” I breathed, my eyes still screwed shut. I pulled out a little and pushed back in. There was nothing ever in my life that would feel as good as Carrie’s body. She was hot, wet, tight heaven. “Carrie,” I kept saying. I pulled out again and thrust harder, feeling her shake against me.

“Matt,” she said, and put her hand on my shoulder, her fingernails, painted a bright red for the dance, sank into my shoulder and that was it. That bit of pain mixed with the pleasure of my first time with the love of my life, pulled me under.

Explosions filled my body. My brain. I lifted her thigh again so I could press all the way inside of her. My hips tight to hers. I came so hard, I worried about the condom.

I came so hard I worried I might never be able to walk again.

When I could, I opened my eyes.

She was crying. Tears running in a stream from her eyes into her hair.

“Carrie! Fuck, did I hurt you?” I breathed, horror filling the places the pleasure had carved out of me.

“It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “It’s supposed to the first time.”

“No, I fuckinghurtyou.” I pulled out and there was blood on the condom. Blood on her thighs.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. With my fingers shaking I touched the blood. Tried to rub it off but only smeared it. I grabbed my boxers. “Carrie, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Stop,” she said and grabbed my hand. Her smile was huge and I wanted to believe it but… the blood. “Matt. Honestly. Stop. Sometimes girls bleed. And sometimes it hurts. But I loved it.”

“You didn’t come.”

“I don’t think that ever happens the first time. Besides, you already made it happen for me before. It was good, Matt. It was amazing.”

“No, I’ll make it better for you. Every time,” I told her. “I’ll never lose control like that again.”