Page 46 of Always

Then I feel him. The head of Maverick’s dick at her entrance. It’s something we’ve never done before, but we are celebrating. Slick, hot, and so fucking tight, my eyes cross at the increasing pressure. Simultaneous groans leave us- the sound of a tormented cacophony bouncing around sticking to me.

Maverick hauls her up to him. Back flushed to his chest. “Such a filthy fucking girl, Raven. You want more? Want to put this sweet little mouth of yours to good use?”

She nods frantically. “Please!”

Jonas stands up, and she opens wide for him. Her nails claw at my chest when he goes a little too deep, and her pussy clenches around Maverick and me. Like always, we find our rhythm, increasing in tempo, praise and degradation, but our wife squeals in delight, beautifully begging for more.

Every flutter, every orgasm, every cry, every clutch to my chest, is imprinted on my skin, my mind, my heart.

We fall into a sweaty heap on the bed, then move quickly to get our tired girl bathed and fed. When Maverick and Jonas fall asleep, she turns to face me, throwing her thigh over my hip, and I tuck myself into her. I get us comfortable, then push away the damp silver tresses that made their way onto her face and tuck them behind her ear. In the pale moonlight filtering in through the open blinds, I trace her face with my fingertips. “Mon coeur,” I whisper.

“Mon ancre?”

“Mon infini.”My forever.

Glittering amber eyes find mine in the darkness as she takes my hand, kisses my fingertips, then places it over her sternum, where I feel the strong heart beating beneath it. For me. Her lips part, and the certainty, the absolute finality in her next words, soothe my soul rattling in its cage, awaiting its master. “Mon toujours.”

My always.

La Fin.