No matter how tempting it is to tease him, yesterday is too fresh in my mind. “I will obey their rules. I wish you would stay with us.”
“How would that look? I may as well have handed the territory to Barzetti on Christmas Eve. We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
Glancing at our surroundings, I realize our dirt lane is now under a canopy of thick trees, evergreens cloaked in their snowy white coats and tall deciduous varieties naked and swaying in the breeze.
Then, I hear water. A melodious, rippling sound. Past a few pines, we reach a wide and swift stream tumbling over sharp rocks until it pools about twenty feet below. His cascades. He brought me to see it, feeding my hope when I needed it most this morning. As he sets me back on my feet, my heart is pounding as though I haven’t been carried the past ten minutes.
Snow kisses the muddy banks, but the same moss and indigo shades in his painting are visible in the rocks and trees at the edge. A streak of red catches my eye, a Cardinal perched on a twig that hangs over the icy cold water. “Does it freeze?”
“Some winters, it does,” Nico says, leaning down to retrieve a rock and skip it over the widest part of the stream. “In the summer, wewould wade in that pool down there, usually trying to dunk each other within an inch of drowning.”
I smile at the idyllic image, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m going to miss you, Nico.”
“I will miss you,tesoro.And the children."
He dips down to claim a deep and languid kiss, taking his time to tease me with his tongue and stir my desires. The thought of him leaving me for who knows how many days leaves me desperate for a happy memory to cling to during the separation.
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 cannotcomplain. I love being taken by him. I love the way he stares straight into my soul as he does.
