Page 58 of The Forever One
“Fuck, yes.” River riding my cock is a thing of beauty. The slope of her neck tense from the effort. The rise and fall of her chest as she fights every breath she takes. The swell of her tits as they bounce in tempo with our desperate fucking. But when I reach her eyes, they’re hidden behind her lids, her head tilted back, her mouth facing the ceiling.
This won’t do.
I get that she needs to escape but I refuse to let her fuck me, her husband, without being fully aware that we’re fucking.
Hell no.
With little effort, I disentangle myself from her hold and flip us around until she’s on her back—eyes wide and pupils dilated with her growing need—one hand at her throat squeezing the indifference right out of her.
“I get that you’re hurting, Tesoro, but when I’m inside you, nothing else comes between us.” Her breath catches as I plunge my dick back inside her and pump my hips enough times to feel her pussy soak my shaft. “Do you understand?” She smiles, a real one this time, and for a moment, I see my wife again.
“Si, signore.” Her words, spoken in my mother tongue, only make me want to dive inside her harder and faster. River reaches back with one hand, holding herself on the headboard while her other settles on my back, her nails digging into my skin and ripping it open.
I welcome the pain, it means we’re alive. It also means that she’s here, with me. It’s all that really matters.
When I kiss her, we moan into each other’s mouths, breathing air into each other’s lungs. Giving life to one another in the best way we know how.
“Give it to me, Tesoro.” She knows what I want. She needs to give it to me, needs to feel alive while I rip it from the depths of her soul.
“Marco!” Her body flies off the mattress as I fuck her harder than I had anticipated today or even next week. I figured I’d give her time but I was wrong. The longer she falls into despair, the harder it will be to pull her out.
So I fuck my wife with every muscle and every tendon in my body. I fuck her with my heartandmy dick. I take her orgasms and make them mine and, in return, I lift her up and out of her madness.
“That's it, Tesoro. Come all over my cock, Baby.” I feel her warmth making me slicker inside her and that image makes my balls contract until I come so far inside her I wonder if she can taste me.
Falling into each other, I breathe against her neck as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“I love you, Marco. I feel like I should tell you this every day. Every minute.”
“You should. Never hold back, Tesoro. Life is short.” I almost regret the words as soon as they’re out but her watery smile tells me she was already thinking the same thing.
“It is and I’m glad I get to spend mine with you.”
Later that day, we are all eating in the living room, River on my lap so I can force feed her myself, Petal lying back against Everest, settled right between his spread legs as she regails us with her favorite stories about Kai.
The more I learn, the more I realize he wasn’t such a bad guy. He just made stupid teenage decisions and had no idea how to fix his mistakes.
“He saved my life.” Everest practically whispers the words, like speaking them somehow makes him guilty for being alive.
“His sacrifice will not be forgotten, Bear. I promise, his soul will bless us every day with his kindness.” Petal’s words linger in the room as we all take in the selflessness of Kai’s actions, which made sure that their baby, my niece or nephew, would not grow up without a father.
“Boss?” Our silence is interrupted by Enzo’s urgency, which only means one thing… he has news.
“Excuse us.” Ever since the other night, I refuse to be more than a few feet away from River, which means I take her with me everywhere. Physically carry her if I have to. But today, she stands, taking my hand as we follow Enzo to my office where I settle into my chair with my wife curled up in my lap.
Enzo closes the door and, without any kind of greeting or introduction, announces loud and clear. “Nathaniel has been leaving us clues as to Elizabeth’s plans and Ugo’s whereabouts. We just didn’t know until I caught something on one of my cameras today.” This information gets our attention as we both sit up and focus on every detail Enzo throws at us.
“What do you mean, he’s been helping us? I thought he was buddy buddy with Elizabeth?” River’s tone is clipped and she isnotamused. “And how did you miss the clues? I don’t understand.” This is the first time since our wedding that I hear the tone of a leader, the disappointment when one of your team fails to get you the results you need. She’s speaking like a woman who holds power.
“We… I got caught off-guard. I wasn’t expecting him to be on the right side of history.” He’s standing with his hands on his hips, head bowed like a kid who’s being reprimanded by his school teacher.
“How do we know it’s not a set-up? I mean, if we follow his directions we could get ambushed, get our men hurt.” I don’t know why hearing her talk about “our” men makes my dick hard, but judging by the way she looks over her shoulder and at me, I’m guessing she felt that.
“We don’t. But… we had a couple of soldiers check it out and they spotted Elizabeth entering and leaving an apartment building in the financial district. The exact address on the note.” Enzo’s responding to this authoritative side of River, keeping eye contact with her instead of seeking me out. There’s no need for me to intervene because she’s got this.
“Okay.” She turns to me and I see the questions in her eyes. “What do you think?”
Fuck, I love this woman.