Page 23 of The Forever One
Our kiss is bruising, desperate and violent, as our tongues battle against our raw emotions, our bodies rising and falling with every thrust of my hips. I’m following her lead when it comes to our rhythm, but River likes her pleasure with a dash of pain and I refuse to deny her what she craves most.
With one hand still clasped at her nape, I slide the other over her ass cheek and squeeze hard enough to elicit a moan that I’m all too happy to swallow. Our rhythm accelerates, her pussy growing impatient as she rubs her clit over my groin every time I bottom out. We’re still kissing as though we’re trying to make up for lost time, our need so desperate it’s impossible to let go.
Releasing her hold, she plants her hands on my cheeks, her hunger intensifying as she bites my bottom lip, the taste of copper blossoming on the tip of my tongue.
Pressed one against the other, River’s tits can’t even bounce up and down but the hard points of her nipples are like diamonds digging into my flesh. She’s so fucking close, I can taste her orgasm through our kiss but she needs the bite and I’m more than willing to oblige.
Releasing her nape, I run my nails down the length of her spine until I reach her ass cheeks, spreading them wide enough for my fingers to inch closer to her puckered hole. The water is getting cooler the longer we fuck and more spills over with every thrust of our hips. I couldn’t give any less of a fuck than I currently do about the mess we’re making because the more we ruin the floor, the closer we are to repairing us, our marriage. Our future.
I press both of my index fingers inside her ass and it’s like a fucking detonator to her climax. Our mouths part, her eyes closing in ecstasy as I pull her closer and grind my groin against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Watching River climax is a gift from the gods and, just as her first cry escapes from between her parted lips, I let it all go inside her. I come so hard it makes my vision blur with its intensity. Little stars dance at the corners, my hazy gaze fixed on River. Her head is thrown back, her face contorted, brows slanted, and then… magic. Her features relax, her muscles loosening as her body settles and her trembling stops. She crumbles into my arms and I ignore the wince from the sudden weight of her against my shoulder. I’ll take a thousand jolts of pain just to have her languid in my arms.
We lie there long enough for the water to turn uncomfortably cold. Reaching to the side with River still wrapped around me like a little monkey, I turn on the shower nozzles and rinse the bubbles off her body. She moans into the crook of my neck as I grab the hotel’s body wash and run the gel all over her shoulders and back then her ass and legs.
“Scoot up, baby. Let me wash your front.” I try to untangle her from me but she just tightens her hold.
“Don’t wanna.”
“We’ll be more comfortable on the big bed.” At my words, she raises her head and opens one eye, playfully suspicious.
“We should probably have a conversation before you distract me with your big cock, again.” I chuckle, my body relaxed but my dick still at half-mast and buried inside the perfect cocoon that is her pussy. To be fair, being naked around each other is always distracting.
“The question is, canyouresist impaling yourself on my dick?” I thrust up to remind her that she’s the one who had all the control earlier.
“Fair point.” We both groan as our bodies separate and she lifts up and off my cock. A tremor travels from the base of my shaft all the way to my throat. Fuck, I love the feel of her. Now I’m just cold.
Making quick work of the lather, River takes my hands and spreads the soap on her fingers before running them all over my body. We wash each other in silence, cleansing ourselves of the Hell we just lived through, until her hand is on my cock, stroking from base to tip and back again.
My brow rises with a smirk firmly planted on my lips and it takes everything in me not to give in to the groan that wants to escape.
“What? Hygiene is important.”
Little minx.
Once we’re all cleaned up, I help her out of the tub, my head snapping to hers when I hear her sigh.
“What’s wrong?” My eyes scan her body, her face bearing the marks of what that bitch, Eleanor, did to her. I wish I could kill her all over again.
“We didn’t eat our food, now it’s cold.” Her pout reminds me of her age. She’s so fucking strong and regal that I forget she’s not far from my sister’s age.
“Don’t worry, it’s just as good cold as it was warm. Besides, we can always order more.” Wrapping her in a large, white, fluffy towel, I can’t help but envelop her in the safety of my arms.
“Ti amo, Tesoro. Never doubt that.” She sighs at my words and it’s like a warm ray of sunlight has just pierced my heart.
“I never have. In fact, I was scared of how big it was. Your love, I mean.” She looks up at me, her honesty and sincerity swimming in the depths of her gaze. “I was afraid of losing myself to…” She pauses, searching for her words. “I was afraid that your love for me would be so blinding that I’d lose myself, incinerate myself in it.”
“I’m not sure how to take that, if I’m being honest.” A pang of hurt and incomprehension has my heart rate racing.
“But it hasn’t, Marco. It’s only made me discover parts of me I didn’t know existed. It’s like, allowing myself to be loved by you has made me shine brighter instead of burn out.”
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I make my wife come twice more before she passes out sprawled over my chest with her thigh trapping my legs. Tiny snores tell me she’s deep in sleep and I wish I could shut my brain off and sleep with her.
But I can’t.
I’m haunted by the unrelenting visions of the last few days. The blood, the pain, the violence and the lives I took with my bare hands, they flash on a continuous slideshow across my mind’s eye.