For years we tried to have another baby, but it wasn’t in the cards for us. There’s nothing wrong with either of us, it just isn’t happening. The traveling is more to keep her mind off of Emily and the fact that we aren’t having another baby. We went to a lot of places while I was president, both terms, but we didn’t get much chance to explore. We are currently in Italy, Venice to be exact. Our hotel is right on the canal. It’s still early, but we haven’t really been to bed yet.
“You’re such a good girl,” I tell my wife as she sucks my dick. She moans around me, the vibration going straight to my balls. I pull her up and onto her back.
“Why’d you stop me?”
“I need to be inside of you,” I reply, kissing her.
“Hmm… sounds fun,” she says, opening her legs, welcoming me into her. She is a wildcat in bed and over the years she has become insatiable and I suppose I am partially to blame. “Harder, mi rey,” she demands, making me smile.
“Anything for mi reina,” I groan as I thrust harder and harder, giving her just what we both need. She moans, her hips moving in time with mine.
The rest of our lives are laid before us, the past behind us. I get to be with her, the very best thing that ever happened to me because a tiny part, essential to my plane, decided to stop working and my New Year’s Eve plans were derailed. After that party at the tower, my fate was sealed as was hers.
Who are we to question fate?