Page 7 of Falling for the Enemy

Hopefully, more than one. I'm thirty-three. I don't want her to get pregnant today, not if she's not ready, but I'd like to have a couple of kids by the time I'm forty. "One day, Autumn. We'll have a big, beautiful family to fill this home."

Her hand falls away from my ass and disappears between our legs. I feel the unsteady fingers wrap around my cock and she adjusts her thighs to open wider. Autumn drags my head through her wetness. It takes a few moments for her to find the right position, but when she does, she smiles up at me. "You're the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me, Matteo."

I press my hips forward until her pussy envelopes the head of my cock. Pleasure shoots through me like a flash burn. I have never wanted someone more, never loved someone the way that I love Autumn. In truth, it is half lust, but I know that I'll wake up in the morning and still feel this same urgent desire to possess her and be with her.

Every bump and ridge in my cock fits her perfectly. Autumn expands to fit me with each millimeter I move inside of her. Her mouth mimics her pussy and widens to an 'O' as she sucks me in. "Does that feel alright?" She nods her head yes, taking deep breaths as I slide deeper inside of her. "Relax your muscles, love."

I feel her thighs slack around my waist just a touch and my cock slips further inside. She is wet and silky all at once. If I wanted to, I could pump three, maybe four times and come all over her. But caution myself to take it slow.

You can't feel it when you pop a woman's cherry, but Autumn lets me know anyway. Her hand cupping my ass digs in and I feel her nails squeeze tight into the skin. She releases a low hiss and groans.

I could wait it out, but the slow searing pain will pass quicker if I keep going. I push past her defenses in seconds, her nails come unglued from my ass. It's over. Whatever fear she had of losing her virginity is gone. It's done.

"Sweet love," I whisper in her ear as I sink balls deep inside of her, "the rest is all pleasure." I'll never let her feel anything else; that is my gift to her.

I slowly pull my hips back before pushing back inside of her. It becomes a repeated gesture that opens Autumn up. She adjusts her body, wrapping a leg around my waist while I throw the other over my shoulder. In the mixed light of the bedroom, she is beautiful as she gasps for air. Fingernails mark my spine the way I marked her neck. If I could, I would show those marks off proudly to whoever wanted to see them. I am as much hers as she is mine.

I slam into her pussy with all the fervor of a man in passion. Beneath me, my ginger beauty writhes. "Touch your clit, Autumn," I tell her desperately.

Tentative fingers skate across the throbbing flesh and she takes off to another plane of existence. Her cries are hungry as her eyes roll back in her head. I have never felt anything like this before. The sweet, young pussy that devours my cock chokes the life force out of me.

When she starts shaking around, her body convulsing in spasms, I can't stop myself from falling over the edge. I pour into her like a broken water spout. I swear I wake the whole neighborhood roaring her name.

I have never been this desperate for someone, so utterly possessed by their being. Even laying beside her afterward, watching the moonlight bounce off her pale skin, I can't imagine being apart from her for even one second.

"My wife," I whisper to the darkness.

Autumn is already half asleep. She moans softly at my uttering and turns her soft cheek in my direction.

I will kill for this woman. I'll go to her father and brother tomorrow and tell them what I've done. If they want me to fight for her love, I will. If it comes down to my life or theirs, I'll do whatever it takes for Autumn. She is what I've spent my entire life searching for.

AUTUMN

It feels good to get up in the morning and not have to worry about my father's cameras following me. Sometimes I wonder if he has them in my bedroom. It would be a little odd for him to watch me get dressed every day, but he has a sick fascination with my body that would explain a lot.

Our late-night wedding and lovemaking leave Matteo spent. He fell asleep half covered by the blankets and when I awaken, he's basking in the mid-morning sun and snoring softly. I grab a throw off the upholstered couch at the foot of his bed and rest it over his naked body. As loathe as I am to cover him up, he deserves to get his fill of sleep.

In the quiet time, I have to myself, I explore his home. The layout is eerily similar to my own home, right down to the placement of the counters in the bathroom sink. Our styles are different and Matteo dresses everything in luxury, but I feel comfortable here. With a touch of my personality here and a change to the artwork there, I think that I could make this my home.

I enjoy going through his kitchen cupboards; Matteo has his own mini grocery store. There's an organic section where all the food is healthy and good for you. He has protein shakes, protein powder, all shelf-stable fruits and vegetables are carefully aligned. Then you move a cabinet over and you find a teenage boy's Friday night fare. Hot Cheetos, snack cakes, every kind of dip you can imagine.

Matteo has all the staples in the fridge. He has milk, eggs, meat, orange juice, and more. But it's finding a half-used box of hot chocolate and a large container of oatmeal that brightens my morning. There's so much I don't know about this husband of mine and I can't wait to get to know him.

I make myself a cup of hot chocolate and grab some toast to soothe my stomach. Somewhere upstairs is my jacket with my phone in the pocket. I could go grab it, but all I'd be facing is a barrage of text messages from my brother about ditching him last night. He might have pieced together that I left with Matteo, but I doubt he knows how it all ended.

I'm mid-bite when I see a flurry of activity across the street at my place. I saw a car in my driveway when I started making my breakfast, but I thought nothing of it. But as I progress through my toast, more and more cars start to show up.

My brother steps out of the driver's side of a car and he runs an anxious hand through his hair. I see him point a finger at somebody and I can hear yelling, but I can't understand what he's saying. I think one of the cars belongs to my dad, but I never saw him arrive.

Cold prickles the back of my neck and I turn around. Though nobody is behind me, I feel uncomfortable. Something feels off. I set down my hot chocolate and the rest of my uneaten toast and go upstairs. Matteo is exactly where I left him.

I crawl across the bed in hopes of waking him gently. He shifts in his place and makes a dull sound. "Matteo," I call his name quietly as I touch his chest.

He groans slightly and reaches up to grab my wrist. "Amore."

His touch is heaven. "Matteo, love, I think you need to get up."

Somewhere between sleep and awake, he catches a whiff of the fear in my tone. His dark eyes flutter open and he shoots forward. Matteo scans the room to make sure I'm not in any immediate danger and then he draws his hand up to my face. "What is it, Autumn? Are you okay?"