Page 12 of A Love Unfaltering

She felt so good, rubbing against me, and eventually, I lifted her up lightly and rubbed the tip against her, again asking more of a question than anything.

She answered itveryquickly when she pushed back down on me, and it slipped into her by her own design.

Her moans were the most delicious sounds I had ever heard.

She rode me hard and well, which surprised me because I’d never expected Amy to be into anything much more than vanilla. But eventually, I got up and bent her over the couch, and she had to bite down on the pillows to keep from screaming.

I thrust into her hard, deep, and quickly, laying my hands on her hips and bringing myself toward her with every stroke. She yelled out into the pillows, and I could feel all the ecstasy in the world at that moment.

There weren’t many positions I could do, with my body broken the way it currently was. But we switched between all the ones I could manage, and she looked all the more delicious as we did so until we were eventually back to what she said was her favorite, her being bent over the couch with me fucking the daylights out of her.

“Jared, I-” she began to say and then bit down on the pillow to silence another scream. “I’m close; I’m close; pleasegive it to me.”

Hearing her say my name like that was bliss. It was everything I’d wanted. I kept thrusting into her until she was screaming for real and begging for me to cum inside of her. And without even a thought or a care in the world…

I did.

I released inside of her, and she moaned so hard and deliciously as I did so that it made it feel better than anything I’d ever experienced. I kept thrusting, filling her up until I eventually had nothing more to give.

I pulled out of her slowly, causing us both to shiver in pleasure, and I helped her back into a sitting position on the loveseat, collapsing next to her with a pant.

We were both shellshocked. We were supposed to goslow.

This was anything but that.

“I,” she began, but I just shook my head with a laugh.

“I guess that answers all of those questions,” I said, to which she nodded with a laugh of her own. She then curled up next to me, leaving the TV off, and relaxing against my side.

I curled up with her, basking in her presence, and knew what I needed to ask her then.

“I want you to come away with me,” I said lightly, turning her face up toward me and meeting her eyes. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s leave in your car and head out somewhere, start a new life. Let’s leave this town behind anddosomething.”

She looked shocked, but… Not in a bad way.

“After you finish school. That way, you can keep looking for a job while we go,” I added, knowing very well that it sounded like I was begging. “I know it’s fast, but neither of us has ever been slow with anything. Let’s take all our stuff and getout of here.I have the money, and you’ve already put in your notice at work. Let’s go.”

She didn’t respond for an agonizing minute, and I could see all of the wheels turning in her head. I shouldn’t have asked; Amy had always been a very practical person. She would want stability and a routine in her life, and living on the road would be her least favorite way to-

“Okay.”

That singular word from her mouth sent shivers down my spine and rocked me out of my thoughts. I thought I had imagined it for a second, but she was looking at me with a wide smile on her face. “Alright. After graduation, let’s go. I’ll get everything packed.”

I knew nothing would ever be the same after that.

Chapter Seven

Amy

“Amy Reeves!”

I heard my name called by the Dean on the stage, and I pranced forward happily to receive the degree that I had worked so long and hard for.

Today was the big day. The day I would be leaving everything behind.

I shook the hands of the people on the stage, but none of it felt real. Of course, it didn’t; nothing had felt real since that first night with Jared, where I’d decided to up-end my life and hit the road.

It had become all that I could think about over the last couple of weeks. Every waking moment was spent packing, pondering, or deciding what I would be bringing and what would be staying behind.

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