Chapter 18 First Day of Forever
FIRST DAY OF FOREVER
LORENZO
Sophia trembles uncontrollably, sighing and screaming and writhing as we move together.
I'm utterly lost in her. How I've held off my release for as long as I have is a miracle I can't explain—and I still don't want to come.
I want this to last forever. I caress her soft cheek as she stabs her tongue into my mouth, claiming a searing kiss in between gasps of ecstasy.
She’s come at least three or four times since I first slid inside her, here on the floor of this closet, each orgasm wracking her to shuddering pieces, wave after wave of spasming ecstasy that leaves me breathless with wonder, awed at her lush, sensual, erotic beauty.
Her curves take my breath away, and I am cognizant of the privilege of having this woman in my arms, of getting to be inside her, to hold her, to kiss her, to make her come, to taste her, to topple together into oblivion.
She's crying wordlessly as I plunge up into her, spine arching as I drive deep, thrusting her perfect, heavy, teardrop tits to the ceiling.
I need more from her.
I press my lips to her ear and fit my fingers to her clit and send lightning searing through her body. She screams, arching and shuddering spastically, coming at the first touch. "Say my name, my love."
"LORENZO!" She screams, hoarse and gutted. "Ohhhh—FUCK!"
And then her shuddering becomes something else as the orgasm cracks her open and shreds through her. Arched and shaking, sobbing my name in a chanted prayer, she seems to lose all control over her body, writhing helplessly.
I roll backward until I'm flat on the floor, taking her with me, keeping her above me, on me.
I plant my feet, knees bent, fill my hands with the hot silk of the backs of her thighs and pull her legs against her belly and fuck into her, lips in her ear.
"Keep coming for me, my love. Touch your pussy for me. "
"C-c-can't—" She pants. "Can't—can't come any—anymore. Mercy, Ren. Have mercy!” She reaches down between her thighs to where we're joined and strokes my slick shaft as I spear thrust after thrust into her tight wet heat, and she cups my balls, stretching to find my taint and massaging me there.
"I want you, Ren. Come inside me. Fill me, Ren.
Please, my love. Let go. Give it to me. Give me everything. Now, please, please, please!"
Her words act like a trigger.
She strokes the base of my cock as I fuck her, and she fingers herself, and I feel my orgasm finally swelling inside me, fueling the wild desperation that's driven me thus far.
"Sophia!" I shout, pounding into her unrelentingly.
"Yes! Ren!” she pants, undulating on me, trying to move with me, "now, my love. Come inside me, Ren. Come for me, baby."
My climax swells, rises, burgeons into a pulsing wash of heat and crushing pressure and I can't even consider holding back. I turn my face to hers and find her mouth waiting for mine, and I kiss her deeply, desperately.
"Please, Ren!" she begs, cupping and stroking me desperately as I move in her, adding a wild new level of ecstasy to this already life-changing release.
And then it shatters me.
I make a choked, hoarse cry as my orgasm boils out of me, balls tightening and pulsing and throbbing, and I fuck hard into her, bury myself as deep as I can go, and she mewls in gleeful bliss, feeling my cum pour out of me.
"Yes, Ren! Yes! Oh god, you feel so good inside me, baby," she chants, lips moving against mine. "MORE! More, baby. Don't stop, my love, never stop."
Whatever vestiges of control I may have had left flee me, then, and I fuck her through an orgasm that leaves me seeing double, dark spots dancing across my vision and light bursting behind my eyes, and she's screaming silently against my mouth, lips shuddering as she comes with me.
Wave after wave smashes the breath from my lungs, the words from my brain, and I can do nothing but ride through it, cupping her heavy breasts and feeling her pussy clench me with vise-like strength.
I'm shouting her name as the waves crash through me, chanting my love for her, gasping breathlessly when the intensity erases everything else in the world but Sophia and me, our united bodies, our merged souls.
After an eternity, I can come no more. My thighs burn and my abs ache and my lungs are on fire, and I'm flushed and sweaty and gasping for breath.
Sophia is quivering endlessly, an occasional violent shudder wracking her.
My cock slowly goes slack inside her, but neither of us seems to want to move, to lose our connection.
Finally, I become aware of how hard and uncomfortable the floor is. I pull out of her, and she whimpers at the loss. Turn her to face me, cheek to my chest, and stand up with her, cradle her to me, carry her to the bed.
A small mountain of clothes is in the way, but I kick them away, shifting us beneath the blankets.
She burrows against me, as if she can't get close enough, and I wrap my arms around her, squeeze her tight. Roam her back, her waist, her ass, her neck, her shoulders.
We lay together like this in blissful silence for a long, long time.
Eventually, she whimpers unhappily. "I have to pee so bad, but I don't want to move." With an irritated groan, she rolls away from me and sits on the edge of the bed. "Stupid bladder."
I just laugh.
Watching her walk away from me is delightful; watching her return is even better.
She trots back to me from the bathroom, which does truly awe-inspiring things to her tits, and then crawls in bed as fast as possible, wriggling back into my arms and burrowing against my chest with a happy little sigh.
This makes me laugh out of pure joy and unadulterated affection. "I didn't know you could be so damned adorable."
She rolls one shoulder. "Me either." She lifts her chin and looks at me. "I'm adorable?"
"Mmm," I hum. "Very. Especially when you do that."
"Do what?"
"That little wriggle and sigh."
I can almost feel her blushing. "Ren, stop."
"No! I love it."
"I'm a badass warrior queen, Lorenzo. I am not adorable."
I give her ass cheek a squeeze, a smack, and a jiggle. "You can be both."
"Do you have to do that?" she grumbles.
"Do what?"
"Make my ass jiggle like that."
I laugh and give it another hearty smack that sets it to quivering. "Yes, I do. I happen to be obsessed with your ass, and making it jiggle like that is one of life's small joys that make it worth living."
She snorts at this. "Ridiculous." A quirked eyebrow. "I thought you were obsessed with my boobs?"
"Those too, equally. But they're pressed against me in a way I'm rather fond of, so an ass jiggling is what you get."
"Ren," she scolds. "You're making me embarrassed."
"About what? Having a killer fucking body that I'm absolutely, insanely in love with?"
This keeps her quiet for a moment. "I'm just not used to…" a small shrug follows her trailed-off statement. "I don't know."
"Being loved," I fill in. "Being shown affection. Being adored. Being treated with respect."
"Yes," she whispers, her voice tiny. "That."
"I promise you, Soph, I will spend every waking moment for the rest of my life showing you those things."
Another long silence—this one is thoughtful on her part. "Ren?"
"Yes, my love?"
"What if I can't ever have kids? What if I don't ever want to? What if I can't give you the life you've dreamed of?"
"How do you know what life I've dreamed of, Soph?
" I ask, gently scolding. "I'm a career soldier, my love.
I've never considered…domesticity. I don't know if that life is what I want, either.
Maybe I just want to enjoy a few years of peace, you know?
Figuring out how to live a life where I'm not being shot at or chased. "
"Don't just…" she sniffles. "Don't just say things, Ren. Not if you don't mean them."
I roll her to her back and lever over her on an elbow.
Cup her face. Brush a tendril of hair away.
"Sophia Bruna Santos de Silva. I love you.
I spent so many years without you, dreaming of you, missing you, needing you, not knowing if you were dead or alive, if you were suffering, if you.
." my throat closes and I have to pause to breathe, to let the heat dispute, the tightness relent.
"All I care about—the only thing—is having you in my life, in whatever form that is, however it looks.
I love you with all that I fucking am, Sophia.
I'll never tell you something just because it sounds good or I think it's what you want. "
"Ren, I—"
I gaze down at her, holding her gaze. "Hold on. Just listen, please.”
"Okay," she whispers.
"I'll tell you a few things. They may scare you.
You may not be ready to hear them, but…" I exhale, choosing my words carefully.
"I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife.
I want to belong to you in every way there is.
I'm not sure about kids. But I do think Reninho…
" I pause again. "He should know his mother. "
"She died. Pugli murdered her."
"No,” I answer, tapping her nose. "He didn't. He deserves to know you. How that looks, I'm not sure. But you're his mother. Beatriz was his mom. She loved him. She gave him the life you wanted him to have—safe, innocent. She's gone now, but he still has you. He just…he doesn't know you, yet."
Her eyes fill with tears and she blinks them away, only to have more take their place. "Ren, god. I…fuck. Fuck!" She covers her face with her hands.
I wrest them away, dip down to kiss her tears. "Don't hide, meu amor."