44. Matilde #2
He said he wanted to be alone with me. How alone? “Will anyone come looking for us here?”
“In this weather? Not unless we're gone longer than expected.”
“Oh good.”
“What’s running through that head of yours, wife?”
“Something naughty.” I take a couple of steps backwards, leaning against the trunk of a fallen oak.
My husband chuckles, but I can see flames in the slate gray depths of his eyes. “It’s only right, isn’t it?”
“What is?” I ask, tilting my head as I slowly lift my dress, showing him where my thick stockings end and my bare thighs begin. The cold will soon make my flesh feel numb, but I can’t care when he stares at me like that. I won’t mind the cold when he’s inside of me either.
“That we write a new version of your storybook - My Magical Wood Nymph Seduces Her Forest Friend,” he replies, caging me between his scorching hot body and the dead tree trunk.
“Are you my forest friend in this version?”
“Yes, I am, your very bad forest friend in this very adult version of the story.”
He kisses me until my head spins, and I’m so dizzy with lust I forget what I'm doing, but Nico doesn’t. He rucks my dress up higher with eager hands, both of us moaning when he sinks two fingers in my pussy. “Fucking dripping. Can I make you gush like that water, I wonder?”
I blush over his dirty mouth, but once he has my dress pushed up as far as it will go and he starts sucking one of my nipples through my bra, I lose all sense of propriety.
He licks my breasts while fingering me desperately, making me cry out loudly when I come.
My hot breath turns to steam in the cold air.
“So beautiful and sweet, wife. I fucking love making a mess of you.”
“My panties are ruined,” I murmur in Italian.
“It’s too cold to be wearing wet things out here,” he comments, sliding them down past my boots.
“Someone might hear us.”
“I only give a fuck because you do, so open wide, Matilde.”
My mouth falls open, my eyes widen, and I can feel more arousal slipping down between my thighs when he stuffs my panties in my mouth.
“Good girl. I love filling that pretty mouth up, one way or another. I’m a little envious, knowing how good those must taste, soaked by your cunt. Maybe you can warm something of mine to take my mind off my jealousy.”
Silently, I nod, fumbling with his belt and zipper.
He helps me pull his cock free, giving it a couple of strokes before he hikes up one of my legs, spreading me open and slamming into me. I gasp at the sudden fullness, the raw possession, but I cannot complain. I love being taken by him. I love the way he stares straight into my soul as he does.
“How am I going to leave you here?” he rasps, his free hand holding my throat. “You drive me fucking crazy the way I can’t *thrust* get *thrust* enough *thrust* of you. You won’t forget you’re mine while we’re apart, will you?”
I quickly shake my head. How the hell could I?
Pleased, he dives forward, sucking at my pulsepoint, marking me as his for all to see.
Sliding my hands under his coat, I return the favor.
I can’t get enough of him either, and he won’t forget he’s mine.
I rake my fingernails down his back. Even with a shirt between, his bites back a hiss and his eyes darken to charcoal.
“Fuck, yes. Give me something to remind me this was real tomorrow.”
The dizzying lust carries us both to bliss soon enough, and I’m quickly reminded of the cold temperature as gravity pulls his hot cum back out of me. “You made a mess of me for certain,” I snicker once I’ve tugged my panties out of my mouth. “Are you going to clean me up?”
With a dark smile, he pockets my panties and swipes up his cum with three fingers. “I’ll be eating alone tonight, wife. Share this meal with me.”
Oh Dio, this man. Opening my mouth again, I let him feed me, and then he kneels to finish the job.
He’s so very good at it that he’s soon comparing me to the cascades again. With my head thrown back in ecstasy, I gaze at the snowy forest canopy above, pretending for this hot, sweet moment that nothing else exists in these woods but us.
***
A half hour later, I continue waving at the sky even as the whirl of the helicopter rotors fades. It carries my husband back to Chicago and back to a war he didn’t want.
I hug Lucia tightly, kissing the top of her head while Maddalena has carried Amadeo over to see the sheep a little closer. Ugo stands beside me, armed and silent, while Primo follows my sister and son. "I'm sorry about Enio," I whisper.
He nods, and I assume he'll be quiet like usual. "Protecting women and children, it's the one thing we do that I feel is an honorable way to die. Enio felt that way, too." My chin trembles, and he shakes his head. "Don't cry. Nico would kill me for it."
Rolling my eyes, I rest my hand on his shoulder. "He better not. We need you."
Ugo smiles, the first time I've seen him truly smile. "Nico needs you, too. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him."
Embarrassed, I glance away, still trying to drown out that feeling of not being enough, but a fresh sense of belonging fills me, too. It's not just Nico, the children and Maddalena that make up my little family now. "If Nico needs me, why does he send us away?"
"Because he needs you safe even more."
In the distance, I see Leone giving orders for the watchtower. It feels surreal, the farm, a peaceful piece of land in a quiet wood, being transformed into a defensive compound.
Despite Ugo's kindness, Nico’s parting words to the guards left me melancholy. “Whether it’s six days or six months, my family stays here until it's safe for them to return.”
Six days or six months and safe to return. When exactly will that be?