More Than Time Can Heal a Broken Heart (a Memory)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 45: From Behind
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 45: From Behind - This is a SLOW BURN story with the real sex only in the last 1/3 though some masturbation in earlier parts. While graphic the sex is very vanilla. This story focuses on when I was newly 18, inexperienced & insecure and my boyfriend of 4 years dumped me. The main purpose is to give those of you reading my Infidelity/Cheating series some background on me. This can be read as a stand alone. It is also not necessary to read this in order to enjoy my Infidelity/Cheating series.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Oral Sex
He eased out. I made the unhappy sound again. He rolled me onto my stomach and then got me up on my knees because my arms were not reliable, chest to the mattress, ass in the air in a room with stuffed animals watching. I should have been embarrassed. I was too busy wanting him back.
He pushed into me from behind in one thick slide, and I cried out into the pillow, then turned my face so I could be loud on purpose.
“Fuck. Andrew. Fill me. Please.”
He took me. Hands on my hips, the good one gripping, the bandaged one lighter, and he fucked me with the speed the last orgasm had asked for. Deep. Hard. The angle made him feel even thicker. I pushed back to meet him because my body had learned the meeting now and did not want to be only taken. The headboard knocked. The vines did not care. I screamed into the open room, words and wreckage: yes, fuck me, God, Andrew, right there, I can feel you, please, please, I want you to come, I want you to come inside me.”
“Beth—” His voice had gone to gravel. “I am close. You feel—fuck—you feel like I am not going to last.”
“Come in me.” I was begging, and I knew I was begging, and I wanted the sentence in the air. “Come inside me. Please. I want to feel it. Come with me. Andrew—Andrew—”
He reached around with his good hand and found my clit, already swollen, already too much, and rubbed in time with the thrusts. The third one did not have the manners to wait. It slammed into me while I was still asking for his. I screamed for him to come as I came, clenching down on him in helpless milking pulls, and he drove deep and stayed, hips jerking, a broken groan punched out of him as he spilled into me. Hot. Pulse after pulse. I felt it. I felt him filling me, the wet heat of it, the way his body locked against mine, and I kept coming around him in smaller wrecking waves because the feeling of him finishing inside me was its own orgasm stacked on the one I was already having.
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