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THIRTY-TWO

GAGE

Sunday:

Ale lies in my arms in nothing but a pair of underwear and my shirt. Clinging to me like if she lets me go, I’ll disappear. I’ve been awake for hours just staring at the ceiling, hoping that tomorrow is just a bad dream and I’ll wake up and it’s business as usual.

I wouldn’t be so lucky.

So I am going to make the most out of today.

I told Ale after everyone left last night that today was just for the three of us to stay home and soak in as much time together as we can. To hold my daughter as much as possible and be present with her. My shit’s packed and ready to go, so that’s something I don’t have to worry about.

Today is for them.

And the best way to start the day is with my wife’s pussy in my face.

“ Hermosa ,” I whisper, shifting her off my chest and onto her back. Ale stretches and props herself up on her elbows as I situate myself at her feet. “Time for me to have my breakfast, baby.”

“Gage?” Her voice is still a little raspy from yesterday, so much conversation and laughing around the fire pit after we’d all eaten, just enjoying everyone’s company.

I kiss the tops of both her feet and work my way up her leg. “Mmm, I have a little idea to make the most out of today.” The tip of my nose rubs against her clit and her hips thrust upwards, pushing her covered pussy into my face.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?” Her palm cups the back of my head, her nails dragging up my scalp and making my eyes roll back.

“I want you to give me free rein today.” Hooking my fingers into her underwear and giving her a playful grin, she lifts her ass and I drag them down her legs. “I want.” Kiss. “You in a dress.” Kiss. “No panties.” Lick. “Ready to take me whenever I want you.”

“You want twenty-four hours of free use?” She moans as my tongue glides from her clit to her dripping wet pussy.

“Mmmm,” I groan as I spear my tongue inside of her. “And I want all access. Mouth, pussy, and ass, Hermosa .”

She tenses for a moment, so I pull back and look up at her. “You can say no, baby. Just because I want it doesn’t mean you have to give it.”

“Can I still use a safe word if it’s too much?” The look in her eyes kills me. She wants to give herself to me, allowing me to use her body to fulfill my needs. But there is this little piece of her that is nervous.

I’d never hurt her.

Never take from her without her explicit consent.

“You can use a safe word at any time, Ale. I will never force myself on you. Do you hear me, baby?” I sit up on my haunches and pull her up into my arms. “Green, yellow, and red. If you say red, everything stops.”

“Okay. Yes. Free use… I’m all yours.” I nod, smiling while I lay her back down and go back to eating her pussy.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

My tongue swirls around her clit, one palm splayed on her stomach, the other spreading her open for me. “I want you to soak my face, Hermosa . Fucking drown me.” I shove two fingers in my mouth and get them wet. “ Recuerda gritar mi nombre cuando te haga venir. Hoy no te compartiré con Dios. ”

Easing my fingers inside her, I quickly find that rhythm that has her moaning. “Oh, fuck. Fuck . Don’t stop, Carino . You feel so good.”

Sucking on her clit, her hips rising off the bed, wetness drips past my palm. Fuck, I’m going to miss this. Three fucking months, at the least, without the taste of her. I crawl up her body, my palm smacking against her clit, and I lean into her ear. “My pretty little whore. Come for me.”

Ale’s eyes fill with tears as she falls apart underneath me.

The splashing of her cum on my palm as I make contact with her cunt pushes me to the edge.

“Fuck,” I pant in her ear. “I need to be inside you while you’re still soaking wet.

” I pull my fingers out and yank my underwear down just low enough for my cock to spring free.

She spreads her thighs and I slip inside her. “So fucking perfect, Hermosa.”

“I love you, Gage.”

“I know, baby. I love you too.”

Instantly, that intense hunger to drive inside her until I come dissipates.

In its place is the need to savor every single second she’s in my arms. My thrusts shift to an agonizingly slow pace, and I bring my lips to hers, tasting her, losing myself in her.

“You’re my everything.” I whisper against them.

“Just know that while I’m gone, when I close my eyes at night…

it’s your beautiful face I’ll dream about. ”

“I’ll dream of you too, Carino. Now come inside me so you can hold me.”

Anything she wants.

I grip her thigh and hike it up on my hip, picking up the pace. Ale’s hardened nipples rub against my chest and she winces. “What’s wrong?”

“Tender, that’s all.”

I push up from her and pull her body down so I can be up on my knees, so there’s no pressure on her chest at all. “Such a gentleman.”

“The way I’m about to fuck you will make you think otherwise. All this stopping,” I grunt, thrusting hard, and her body juts upward. “Has me ready to come. So hold on, Hermosa . This is gonna be quick and hard.”

Ale fists the sheets and my hands find purchase under her knees, spreading her legs and giving me the perfect view of her cunt taking me. Slowly, I rock my hips forward, watching her stretch to fit me. My thumb rubs on her clit and she tightens around me as I try to pull back.

Good fucking Christ.

All I want to do is worship my wife’s cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Just lie there, look fucking gorgeous, and fucking take it.” Thrust. “ Ven por mí, esposa. Dame lo que quiero. ”

The pad of my thumb doesn’t let up, my hips hit her ass with every powerful thrust until she whimpers.

“Fuck, Gage. It’s—” Her hands reach between us to push against my chest and with a cry, she comes.

Thighs attempting to clench together, but my grip on them keeps her wide open for me.

Two more hard pumps and I’m moaning, “Ale.” My warm cum fills her up as I whimper with every pulse. “ Oh, oh, fuck .”

My head tips back as I let out a sigh.

Three months without this.

Basically, the flow of the morning has been: eat food, then fuck.

Take care of Zoe, cuddle, soak up every waking moment with my daughter, then fuck my wife while said child naps.

Ale is probably thinking to herself that this deployment is a much-needed break for her pussy after my free use today.

But I have to say my perfect wife is going with the flow of it and giving in to my every whim.

Just as I hit the start button on the dishwasher, Ale rounds the corner from putting Zoe down for her long afternoon nap.

She walks past me to the sink, rinses out the bottle and leaves it.

I stand there, watching her, and I can’t help but notice the subtle ways her body is changing.

Even though she’s only, what, barely seven or eight weeks pregnant, the hormones have her chest looking fuller, she’s glowing, and she just looks downright captivating.

Maybe that’s just the breeding kink talking?

As if she can feel me thinking about her, she looks over her shoulder at me and gives me a wink.

I’m gonna be headed to Afghanistan with the emptiest balls possible.

“Pretty Girl,” I croon, crossing the space between us, my lips finding the spot that has her knees buckling when I kiss it. “I need you, baby.”

“You always need me,” she whispers. “Haven’t gotten enough yet?”

“ Nunca .” I’ll never get enough of her.

Her wet hands move behind her and push at my stomach to move me back.

“Red?” I ask, pausing for the moment to make sure.

“No.” She whispers.

“Yellow? Do I need to slow down? Tell me what you need from me.” I kiss her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and her perfume oil.

“I’m fine, Carino .”

“Then move your hands, pretty girl. This is what you wanted, right?” She nods, her hands drop, and I quickly spin her around, bending her over the kitchen table. Bunching up the back of her dress, thrusting hard, and finding heaven between her thighs. “Now be a good girl and learn to take it.”

One hand on her hip and the other dipping below the front of her dress, cupping her bare tit as I thrust. Downstairs echoes with my groans—full of pleasure from the torture I am putting myself through—the all-consuming pain of putting every part of her to memory.

Ale’s moans and mumbled words of love sync with my groans as the deep, hard strokes overwhelm me.

The agonizing pain of knowing I’m leaving her fills my chest, and I fight the urge to let it all out.

You cannot fucking break down right now, Gage. Your wife needs you to be strong.

What if I don’t make it and never see her and Zoe again? What if I never see our child be born? What if… what if?

Keep it together.

Suck it up, Marine.

Nothing works.

The choked sob comes out, and my staggered breathing catches her attention. Ale lifts her face from the table, turning around to look at me. “Gage? What’s?—”

“Re-Red.” The word that was intended to stop things for her is stopping everything for me.

I pull out and my back hits the wall behind me and I stare blankly at her. She pushes off the table and has her arms around me faster than I can blink.

“Breathe, Gage.” Her soft hands caress my face, bringing me back from the thoughts of me dying over there and never seeing them again. “I’m right here, Carino. ”

I can hear my father’s voice in my head calling me weak. Telling me that real men don’t cry. That Marines are never afraid.

“You are so strong, amor . You give up your life and time with your family to serve this country. It’s okay to feel emotional. It’s okay to be sad.” She breathes words of comfort in my ear. Words that I need to hear.

She is trying to erase a lifetime of being raised to hide emotions, to be a man and to keep it all hidden.

“It’s just you and me right now, Gage.” Ale takes my hand and pulls me from the wall. “Let’s go upstairs.”

I say nothing, but I let her lead me up the stairs and into our bedroom.

We lie down and she throws the comforter over us and scoots as close as she can to me.

The panicky feeling in my chest dulls as she runs her nails over my scalp.

“Come here.” Pulling my head towards her chest until all I hear is the sound of her heartbeat. “Close your eyes and just breathe.”

“I-I just don’t want to miss everything.” Tears hit her chest, and I sniffle, burying my face against her skin. “Our life is just beginning.”

“You’ve made it through before, Carino . You can do it again.” She kisses my hair, her hands cradling me to her tightly. Never letting go.

Before, I didn’t have her.

Before, I was still indifferent about being a father.

Now I have everything I never knew I wanted and I’m being forced to leave them.