Page 95 of Why Not Forever?

She stands and so do I. “Who’s in charge here?”

I grab her by the waist, pulling her in for a kiss before I drop my shirt to the floor. “We both are.”

Our clothes are gone what seems like an instant later and we’re back together, kissing feverishly, our naked bodies pressed together as though we never want to be apart. I lift her onto the table, and her legs lock around my hips. My cock is already rock hard, pressing against her entrance. She is so wet for me, my cock head slips against her.

“Tanner,” she breathes, and I love the sound of my name on her lips.

I pause, ready to sink into her heat, savouring the moment.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks.

“We have all the time in the world, Vic. We have forever.”

She smiles and kisses me. “I love you, Tanner.”

Slowly, I thrust into her and we both moan at the feeling of my cock inside her tight pussy.

“I love you, Vic.”

“Good. Now fuck me.”

“Whatever my wife wants.”

I hold tight and thrust into her again. I move with long, sure strokes, driving into her, deep. Her head falls back, and her nails dig into my shoulders as we ride together, our bodies meeting with a lurid smack.

“Look at me, Vic,” I say, and her eyes blink open, finding mine. They’re hazy with lust and so much love it’s a wonder I never noticed it before. Then again, maybe she’d hidden it, just like I had, afraid to put herself out there. Afraid I wouldn’t feel the same.

It is the most intense feeling, my cock buried inside her, her cunt squeezing me tight, as we stare into each other’s eyes. I can’t get enough. I will never be able to get enough.

“I’m so close,” she says. “Come with me.”

I speed up, rocketing us toward that precipice of pleasure. I think for a second that I break first, coming with a groan as my hips stutter over the final thrusts. Then I realize she’s coming, too, her legs squeezing me almost as tight as her cunt, milking the cum out of me.

I’m wrapped completely around her as we gasp for breath, entwined on the edge of the table.

Vic strokes back my hair, her face buried in the crook of my neck. “I love you, Tanner,” she says again.

“I love you, too,” I tell her. And I will never get tired of saying it.

Epilogue

Vic – Two Months Later

Hawaiiisoneofmy favourite places I’ve ever visited. It’s hot and beautiful. The water is warm and filled with a rainbow of tropical fish. Even better, I’ve been here for a week with my husband.

Tanner has loved our trip and we’re already talking about where we’re going to travel to next. He’s been working hard getting his new business off the ground, and he’s going to need to continue that for the next several months, but we’re tentatively considering fall or winter for another trip somewhere.

Right before we left, I’d received a phone call I’d never expected. Keith asked if I was still willing to send him to rehab. Apparently, after Thanksgiving, he’d gone down a dark hole and this time, no one in his family was there to lift him out. He kept falling. On Christmas, he’d been at a casino, gambling away every last dime he had to his name, and then some. When he’d come out the other end, he realized he was completely alone. He spent the next few weeks being angry and in denial. By the beginning of March, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He has a problem, and he needs help. The only help left to him is my offer of rehab, and so he’s taking it.

I found the best program in Vancouver, and he went in the day before we left for our trip. I’d asked Tanner if he wanted to postpone, but he’d said there was nothing he could do for Keith other than what we already had done. So we got on a plane—Tanner’s first one—and flown to Kauai, where we’ve been for the last week.

Of course, I’ve had to stay in close contact with my friends because I’ve been nervous Adalie is going to have her baby early, like Lis did. She’s still holding steady for her end of March due date though and promises every day that there hasn’t even been any false labour, let alone real labour.

It’s our last night in Hawaii and we’re out for dinner at a cute little restaurant with tables on the beach. The sun has set and there are flickering torches and twinkling fairy lights criss-crossing above our heads over a dance floor in the middle of the tables. It all comes together to create a romantic ambiance as the sound of the ocean whispers a short distance away.

“I never liked dark restaurants,” I say, staring out at the ocean. “But this is nice.”

“It’s because we’re outside,” Tanner says as he offers me a forkful of the cheesecake he ordered. “It’s different from a dark restaurant with just the candles. There’s the stars and the moon, the sound of the ocean. It’s just different.”

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