Page 39 of Never Have We Ever
“Do you love me, André Dubois?” she muttered onto his lips.
He clutched her ass and pushed himself deeper into her with the kind of grunt that made her heart stop beating. “Is the sunset still beautiful even when behind the gray clouds? Of course I love you, Valeska Reiter.”
She hadn’t been Valeska Reiterin years. She had been his wife longer than she had ever known of his name.
“Promise to love me until the end of our lives.” Valeska slowly rode him, each thrust easier to bear as her body became greedier for his. “Promise me, my husband.”
“I will love you until the end of time, my wife. A lifetime is not long enough.”
“How dare you be so poetic when your cock is inside me.”
André didn’t respondwith anything but a grin and an invitation to kiss him.
***
Twilight befell the room. Valeska had no idea so much time passed between coming to André’s suite and falling in exhaustion alongside him.
His arm twitched around her torso. She lifted her head and threaded her fingers through cluttered curls. The room was dark enough for her to open her eyes to the window and behold the sunset,as beautiful in the golden sky was behind dreary clouds. Like André’s love for her.
“Will you still write me letters when you’re gone?”
It was the first thing she had said since pulling him back down onto the bed. Her final climax had been strong enough to knock the air from her lungs and send her into a half-sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. André didn’t fare much better. The fact madeValeska smile.
“Thatis what you want to know?” André patted her hip in disbelief. “You are a silly girl sometimes.”
“Well?” Valeska couldn’t take her sleepy eyes off the Monegasque sunset. “Will you?”
“If you wish. I like to write them. But…” He sighed. “I should write them in English,non?”
“You can write the naughty parts in French. Now that I know they’re there, I will work harder to translatethem myself.”
“Anything you can’t translate I will tell you when I return. It will be a romantic evening, me telling you every dirty thing I write in letters.”
“If you stayed still long enough, I could write you back.”
“Leave me your notes in my suitcase, and I will read them.”
“I’m going to write them in German.”
“Dirty German would be interesting.”
“Just don’t say it out loud.”
Andréheld her closer to him. “I want to hearyousay them out loud,mon cherie.”
They cuddled until it was too dark to see the noses on each other’s faces. Only then did André pull away from his wife and suggest they have a relaxing shower before dinner. He took her to a restaurant overlooking the Mediterranean and held her hand until their dinners were served. Then he moved his chair closer to hers,so he could whisper more dirty French into her ear. By the time they returned to his suite, Valeska was more than ready for thatamourher husband offered on a silver platter.
They returned to Paris together. Their daughter hugged her mother first and cried against her father’s chest. Someone had told her that her parents were divorcing. Valeska assured her it was not true. André kissed his wifein such a scandalizing way that Daniela almost cried – but she got the point. Her parents were not separating again anytime soon.
Or ever, for that matter.
