Page 11 of Bree

As soon as we pull into his garage, we are all over each other again. Matt nibbles on my neck and slips his hand under my dress again, and I hum quietly and lick my lips. “Bed, Matt.”

“Yes, dear,” he replies with a smirk and hops out of the car, coming around to open my door for me. He pulls me out by the hand and leads me into the house and to his bedroom. He unzips my dress, and I let it slide from my shoulders and fall to the ground by my feet. Matt slips out of his pants and shirt and guides me back onto the pillows.

He leans over me and takes one sensitive breast into his mouth, teasing my pink puckered nipple before moving on to the other. His fingers sneak their way back between my legs and slide into my still soaked entrance. He slides two thick digits in, hooking them up to press against the sensitive ridge of my G spot and sending an intense wave of pleasure through my body. He massages that spot and slips in further before pulling it out and doing it all over again. Not only that, but he takes his time and worships my body, and with each firm press to that special place inside me, I feel my peak drawing ever nearer.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Matt pulls his hand away from me, and I take the opportunity to push him over onto his back.

“My turn,” I say with a grin. I slide down his muscular chest and his thick middle until I reach his glorious cock. I quickly take it in hand and tease the head with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around the edge before swallowing him down to the hilt. He nearly shouts and tangled his fingers in my hair as his body thrusts up into my mouth and throat on instinct. I cough a little and pull up a bit, but then slide back down, swallowing a bit, so the muscles of my throat caress every inch of him.

“Holy shit, Bree. If you keep this up, I’m going to cum.”

I grin and pop off his cock before quickly sliding back up his body and impaling myself on his thick erection. I grip the headboard in both hands, and he holds on to my hips for dear life while I ride his cock. I lift myself, drop back down, and grind my hips against him faster until we’re both shaking and dripping with sweat.

“God, baby. I’m so close,” he says and squeezes his eyes shut, digging his fingertips into my ass.

“Yeah, baby, cum with me,” I demand and press my entire body against his, wrapping my arms up under his shoulders. He thrusts up to meet me in merciless rhythm, pounding inside me and sending me flying over the edge.

I shout his name until my voice grows hoarse. I’m so high in my euphoria that I have no idea if he’s saying anything or not. I collapse against him, boneless, and bury my face against his sweaty neck.

“That… Was incredible.”

“Understatement of the century,” I say with a giggle.

We’re both exhausted after the evening we’ve had, but Matt insists that we have a shower before we go to bed. He picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, and gently sets me on my feet while he turns on the hot water. Once it’s steaming, we step inside, and he guides me under the spray, getting my hair soaked through. He pours some shampoo in the palm of his hand and works that into my hair, taking time to massage my scalp. It feels like heaven; I have to admit the man knows how to use his fingers in more ways than one. Next, he soaps up my body. He’s so gentle and makes sure to clean every inch of me, but it’s sweet, not sexual at all.

I’m sure he’s tired, but it’s also refreshing that not everything is about sex. He kisses me slowly and gently on my lips, my cheek, my neck, and my eyelids, and once we are both clean, he towels me off and wraps me in his robe before leading me backto the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch as he pulls on some clean boxers, and then he grabs a clean t-shirt from his dresser and walks over to me.

“Here, babe, you can sleep in this.” I feel sleepy, satisfied, warm, and content. Everything is perfect. I quickly slipped the t-shirt on over my head and slid under the covers, holding my arms out to him. He slides him beside me, and we cuddle in together, his arms wrapping tightly around me and my head resting on his chest.

“Bree?” Matt whispers in the dark.

“Yeah?” I whisper back.

“It feels like fate brought us back together. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve been in love with you forever.”

I feel a flurry of butterflies in my stomach and look up at him with wide eyes. A sheen of tears clinging to my lashes.

“Matt…”

“I love you, Bree. I want to be with you.”

A wave of happiness floods my body and knocks the breath from my lungs. I can’t believe this is happening, but it feels right. It feels like the culmination of everything we’ve ever been through since we met in middle school. Even though we spent 15 years apart, he’s still my best friend. And I’m still in love with him.

“I love you too, Matt. You’re all that I want.”

“The End”

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