Page 50 of The Hottest Daddy
She grinned. “Not too cool …” She cupped his cock through his linen trousers. “We wouldn’t want to waste this …”
She giggled and ducked out of his grip, running into the villa with River in pursuit. He grabbed her before they reached the bathroom and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, making her shriek with laughter.
She protested as he took her, fully clothed, into the shower, and they play-fought as they tore each other’s clothes off. River dropped to his knees and parted her legs with his hands, burying his face in her groin as she gasped, trying not to slip on the wet tile as his tongue found her clit.
Sunday tangled her fingers in his wet dark curls, tugging on them as River dipped his tongue deep inside her. “Oh God, River …”
He brought her to the brink of orgasm before standing, somewhat unsteadily, and lifting her. His cock, already rock-hard and bobbing under its own weight, thrust deep into her wet cunt and they fucked wildly, River pinning her against the wet tile of the shower stall.
His mouth was rough on hers, so much so she tasted blood, but she didn’t want him to stop. She came hard but he hadn’t finished with her. He carried her to the bed, both still soaking wet, and fucked her again, tugging her legs around his waist as he stood at the edge of the bed.
His eyes were drinking in her body, undulating with their movements. “Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said roughly and Sunday breathlessly smiled up at him.
“Fuck me, River, harder … make me scream …”
His eyes were intense on hers as they drove each other towards release and he honored her request—she screamed long and loud as she came. They fucked long into the night, and only fell asleep as the dawn was beginning to break.
“I love you,” she whispered to her husband as they kissed and he nodded.
“You and me for all time now, baby. For all time.”
They explored the island and snorkeled in the azure-blue waters, seeing whale sharks and green turtles. Myriad colorful, exotic fish. They hiked into the lush, verdant forests and walked the long stretches of white sand beaches, but mostly, they indulged themselves in them. Rare was the moment they weren’t together, holding hands, kissing, making love. Even when they ate at some of the restaurants, they would sit side by side, thighs touching, feeding each other.
“We made it,” River said one night, and she could tell by the intensity of his eyes on hers that he was really feeling the relief of it.
“We did. And God, I’m so looking forward to what happens next.”
He smiled. “I’m glad. I wanted to ask you, again, just to make sure … the move to Italy. Are you sure?”
Sunday was surprised. “Yes, of course … why do you ask that now?”
“It’s just, I’m good. I can work anywhere, but I know you. As much as I know you love caring for me and Berry, you’ll get bored. That big brain of your will need to flex its muscles and the middle of the Tuscan countryside is hardly prime territory for investigative journalism.”
Sunday nodded. “I appreciate that and thank you for thinking of me. But I think I have it covered. The book about your father and you will keep me busy for a time, and then, maybe, when Berry is a little older, I can write another book and another …”
“Would that keep you happy?”
Sunday pretended to consider. “Okay, so, working from home, in the most beautiful place I can imagine, with my gorgeous, handsome hubby down the hall, all shirtless and covered in paint, just at my beck and call for some dirty sex … yeah, I think I can just about handle that.”
River laughed. “Well, okay then.”
She leaned over to kiss him. “Unless, of course, we have another little bundle of joy to take care of.”
His smile wavered a little. They had been trying for months but had yet to fall pregnant. “When we get home, maybe I should go for tests.”
“We should go for tests. It’s more likely to be me,” she said matter-of-factly. “With the shootings and all. God, how weird is that to say? The ‘shootings.’ Most people never even get shot once.” She chuckled and River shook his head in disbelief.
“How can you joke about it?”
“Because I survived.Twice. I get to joke about it.”
River sighed, stroking her face. “You’re amazing.”
“I had a good reason to survive. Two good reasons. We should call Berry later.”
“We should, but for now, let’s walk back.”
It was still light as they strolled back to their villa, but Sunday noticed that River seemed preoccupied. “Are you okay?”
