Best Friends Forever

“Look at me!”

It’s almost impossible, but I don’t look away. His body smashes into mine, ramming me with a bone-jangling intensity, fast and hard, pistoning like a machine.

I can’t stop staring at him. I have to get that connection, even as my body comes apart at the seams. I have to reach out and trust him, let him dismantle and reassemble me.

He scowls, grunting, as his cock plows me unrelentingly. White spots begin to explode in front of my eyes but I still won’t look away. I can’t stop now. I have to just let it overtake me.

It’s like fireworks. A meteor that passes between us. A brush fire. As I come, I lock my ankles behind his thighs, pinning him inside me.

“Oh! Penny, I’m going to.... Aaaaauughhhhhh,” he snarls, trying to twist away.

“Don’t pull out!” I hear myself say. “Don’t you dare!”

Instead, he comes even deeper inside me, lifting me out of the water as he howls, fucking me so deep and hard I can barely stand it.

I make myself relax and take every inch of him, still watching him, though now he has closed his eyes. I suppose he can’t really help it. I feel a little triumphant about that.

Slowly we sink into the water together, gradually finding a ledge and sitting there, our limbs tangled together, sunlight blasting down on us.

“How do you feel?” he asks me after a while.

His hand holds mine under the water, his fingers twisting against my fingers, squeezing every few seconds. Such a weird thing to enjoy, holding hands, I think. And yet it feels so good.

“I feel completely amazing,” I answer truthfully. “I feel like I waited a really long time for that. How do you feel?”

He pulls away a little bit, turning to look at me. After that intense connection, the conduit is still buzzing and alive. It’s so hard to look at him, but it’s all I want to do. It feels like magic.

“I feel like I want more,” he says slowly.

“More?” I chuckle. “I think my hips are dislocated, but if you’re willing to push me around in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, we could go again?”

“No, more,” he repeats, tugging my hand toward him, pulling it up toward his chest, pressing my fingers hard against his sternum.

“What are you talking about, Clay?” I ask him cautiously.

“More of everything,” he shrugs. “More of you. More of this. More of us. I want us.”

“I think that we are good,” I answer quickly. “This is good. This is a good start.”

He takes my hands and pulls me tighter to him.

“No, don’t do that,” he says sternly. “Don’t pull away when I’m trying to get closer to you, okay? You don’t have to do that. I don’t even think you want to do that.”

My heart starts to pound really hard.

“Clay… I don’t know what I want.”

“Yes you do,” he snaps. “Yes you totally do. And it’s time, Penny. Don’t you think?”

“What do you mean? Time for what?”

He sighs briefly, then takes my face in his hands, pressing his forehead to mine before kissing me sweetly and deeply.

“We made a pact,” he explains simply, smiling against the glaring sunlight. “A pact is a promise, and I don’t break my promises. You’ve got to be mine, Penny. I’ve waited long enough.”

EPILOGUE

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