Suddenly, Oliver pulled back from the kiss and stared into my eyes.

“I love you, Madison,” he said.

My heart raced as I absorbed his words, not sure what to make of them. Not sure what to say in return. I just sat there, staring at him, like a complete idiot.

“So much for not getting serious,” I joked.

It was the wrong thing to say, I knew it instantly, and felt like an asshole. The pain was etched into his face, and even though I felt the same way as him, I felt like I had nothing to offer him. I was, once again, starting from scratch. I was in no place to give myself to someone else. I brought nothing into a potential relationship.

But, he'd gone out on a limb by admitting his feelings. He deserved the same sort of emotional honesty and integrity from me. I owed it to him. In the days and weeks after our brush with death, I'd seen a change in Oliver. The darkness that always seemed to be behind his eyes had lifted, and the heaviness that seemed to weigh his soul down dissipated. He seemed like a new man. A free man. A happier man.

I knew it had a lot to do with finally getting closure. With finally knowing who had killed his girlfriend and seeing the man behind bars.

I was happy to see this new version of Oliver and could really get used to being around him. Being with him.

“I love you too, Ollie.”

I said the words because they needed to be said. Almost a decade after he set off that initial fluttering in my heart, I could finally tell him how I actually felt about him. And when I said the words aloud for the first time, my heart swelled so much, I feared it might burst.

Oliver pulled me down, hard, and kissed me. I slid my hands down to his boxers and pushed them down his legs. He helped me out by slipping them down his legs the rest of the way and kicking them aside.

Reaching out, I gripped him with one hand and gave his stiff rod a good, hard stroke. Feeling his prick growing even stiffer in my hand set off an explosion within me. I felt the heat and the wetness between my thighs growing.

I needed to have him inside me. I needed to have him inside me now.

Gripping his rock-hard shaft, I lowered myself down onto him, taking the tip of his cock inside of me with ease. Given how wet I was, he slipped into me without any difficulty at all. It was like our bodies were meant to be together.

I gasped as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down further onto his cock. He filled me up and stretched me open like no man ever had before, but the slight pinch of pain only seemed to add a little heat and spice to the intense pleasure he sent rocketing through my body.

It only took a second for my body to adjust to the size of his prick because I was already wet and ready for him. Slowly, I rocked back and forth on top of him, grinding my pelvis against his as his hands wandered the length of my body.

I felt whole when I was with him, like nothing else mattered.

“I love you,” I said again, hoping to prove it with my body.

Oliver's bed bounced as we made love, our bodies moving together as one. Each time we were together, I was amazed at how good he felt inside of me. Stunned by how he could bring me to such intense highs within minutes. Almost without even trying. It was as if he knew every inch of my body, inside and out. Knew what buttons to press to get me going and what levers to pull to get me off. It was all so effortless on his part.

Oliver sucked on my nipple, knowing full well that it would send an electrical shock through my body and ignite a fire of pleasure inside of me. I writhed against him, crying out his name as the first wave of ecstasy washed over me.

It was powerful, making me nearly scream and I spasmed so hard, I felt like I'd lost control of my body entirely for a moment. I bucked and thrashed, moving so much I felt like I might fall off him, but Oliver held onto my hips, pulled me down onto his cock harder, keeping us together.

My body exploded in pleasure against his, my wet pussy clenching around his shaft as I thrashed wildly on top of him. My head fell forward, resting on his chest as I rode him. I could hear his heart and smiled as it raced. I moved my hips, bouncing myself up and down on his hard rod faster, taking him deeper. The sound of his breathing was growing ragged and his movements were becoming a little more frantic.

I knew he was close and I wanted to get him off so bad. Wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Needed to. I tightened the muscles inside me around him, gripping his cock as tightly as I could with my pussy as the last throes of my or

gasm rushed through me.

Oliver held onto me, thrusting himself upward and keeping me still as his face twisted with a look of intense pleasure. I felt his body stiffen, which was followed by the feel of his hard, long cock throbbing and pulsing deep within me. A moment later, I felt the heat, warmth, and wetness flooding my body, and I knew he was exploding inside of me. Knew that he was filling me with his seed.

As our bodies relaxed, I collapsed on top of him, spent. Oliver held me like that, my body pressed against his, both of us basking in the post-coital afterglow, for a long time. As I lay there, visions of a future – a future with him – filled my head. A future I'd never imagined before.

After a while, he whispered, “Follow me,” he said. “I have something to show you.”

“What are you going to show me?”

“Can't tell you,” he said. “It's a surprise.”

He slipped me off him, his cum spilling out of me, running down my leg, and took me by the hand. I followed him, still naked, from his bedroom and out into the hallway. Across from his room was the other bedroom, and the door was closed.

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