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“Memphis, do you really love me?”
I lift her head so I can kiss her doubts away. I still have that guilt flowing through me since I haven’t fessed up to everything. But I do love her.
She straddles me, kissing me back with urgency. Her hands glide up and down my stomach and I lose the shirt so she can feel all of me.
I suck on her neck while I rub her hardened nipple through her shirt.
“Can I see you?” I whisper and her response is taking off her shirt. Her bra is pink and cute and soon it finds its way to the floor.
“Perfect.” I take a nipple in my mouth and she cries out, pushing into me.
“Memphis, I’m ready.”
Hold up, she’s ready?
“Ever?”
“I’ve waited for you,” she says quietly.
“You sure?” I ask as I lay her down on the hay in the loft, stripping my clothes off and then gently pulling her jeans off. I’m in awe of the perfection that is Ever.
“Please,” she cries out as my finger runs through her slit, rubbing her clit. She’s moving with my hand but she needs more and so do I.
I line up with her entrance and push in, breaking her wall.
“Ever?”
“I waited for you. It was always going to be you,” she whispers with tears in her eyes. And while I’m thrusting in and out in ecstasy, I am saddened by all the shit I’ve caused. I’m the biggest douche on the planet. I only hope she will forgive me.
“Harder.” She kisses my neck and I can feel she is close.
“Fuck.” My thrusts get harder and harder, and her pussy grips my cock. I can’t hold back, I explode. I came harder than I have in forever. It’s like I’m in high school again and this is my first time.
“Did I hurt you?” She’s crying.
“No, I’m happy,” she says as she cuddles closer to me. We fall asleep in the loft, naked, and it’s perfect in every way.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ever
Iwake up a little sore but warm. That’s because of the body that’s hugging me. I hate to leave him, again, but I need to get ready. So does he. He has his fight tonight. Sleeping in the barn wasn’t the best idea but it was perfect.
I lost my virginity. I lost my virginity to the guy I’ve loved since I was five. It was perfect. He’s perfect.
But I can’t help but feel like something is still off with him. Maybe it’s me, my doubts kicking into gear. I want to believe everything he’s told me. He’s going to have to show it, and I hope he does.
“Walk of shame?” Skye says, but she's not herself. There’s more concern in her eyes
“Nope, just wanted peace and quiet so I slept in the loft.”
“Ever.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think he really loves you?” She isn’t looking at me and I wonder what is going on with her.
“I don’t know. Why are you still here?”
